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sanchie p’s maybach (freestyle) - sauce walka lyrics

ooowwweee
i want to do a song with j. cole too
show em’ what that ghetto gospel like
splash
ooowwweee
mhm

i’m from the streets of no knowledge
kids dying with books in they hand ain’t no college
n*ggas sliming out they best friends they thought was solid
for less than a wallet
they feminizing our kings, rappers wearing nail polish
just to make themselves rising
i thought you was a man
i thought you was a leader in this world against the klan
i guess you just another monkey with a switch in yo hand
let me hand you a banana so you can k!ll yo best friend
could’ve been your best man

n*gga look just like you
but because you rep another hood thе n*gga wanna fight you
could’ve made a team and wondеring when pippen met michael
but we hate our own brothers it’s a never ending cycle
we k!ll our own stars
we rather see a n*gga catch a bus than own cars
it’s hard to love success when you struggle so hard
imagine doing 40 years behind them cold bars
you completely innocent but just was at the wrong park
guilty by yo skin
couldn’t find a suspect all of a sudden you his twin
i only seen the pastors and the hustlers drive benz
while everybody else high on hope tryna win
not my bro n*gga not my friend
i say church and i dive in
momma on coke ain’t drinking no flow
it ain’t no soap in the whole kitchen
daddy been broke and he was a no show
why that little boy think that’s a grown man
can’t even spell but he wanna spin
in the direction where my people in
f*ck to keep rapping about diamonds and hen’
f*ck to keep rapping about murders and sin
f*ck to keep rapping about scammin’ again
better hope n0body catch you my friend

still remember everybody was against donald trump
now joe biden up in office, notice the whole hood broke as f*ck
he done fell off a bike, you done fell in a slump
the trap moving slow cause the money dried up
the bricks cheap as h*ll but the weed high as f*ck
n0body smoking work they want the za & big cups
them blues be the move til that fentanyl is touched
people die hard bus now them feds at your nuts
them robbers get to starving it’s nothing but stick ups
he saw the ring camera still shot him*what the f*ck!
if god’ll let this happen then who can i trust?
n0body but this pistol that’s the reason why it’s clutched
r.i.p to mr. hutch, the jeweler
i’m from the slums where p*ssy n*ggas rape high schoolers
get the girl pregnant act like he never knew her
finally go to jail and get less time than a shooter

- sauce walka lyrics

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