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Sauce Walka

Family

 

Family

(Album: Sauce Ghetto Gospel - 2018)


Chamberlain, he's got it
Ooh-wee
Somebody gotta speak on it
Ghetto Gospel shit

Baby girl 16, leaving the WIC office
Brother two years older, tryna make they house a brick office
Mama in the kitchen smoking cigarettes, shit talking
But she wonder why her son outside Crip walking
He supposed to be in college right now, footballing
Studying for finals but he worried about the Blood calling
Baby girl pregnant, still smoking, guess the drugs calling
She ain't got no guidance 'cause her mama out her club walking
Jumping bar to bar just like her son, she out here plug stalking
Hoping a rich nigga want that pussy so she can slick-talk him
Make a couple zips off him, then go and pay her rent off him
Meanwhile her son out here robbing for weed and pink dolphin
Baby girl still book-smart so her friends cheat off her
She tryna keep the bullies cool, she heard the football team talking
Only pregnant girl at school, she tryna keep the heat off her
Counselor say that it's gon' be okay but she just sweet talking
She don't know that her baby daddy grown, he out here white chalking
Or it could be this other lil' young nigga she used to see often
Whole time the grown nigga she was fucking is her brother partner
And if her brother find out, she know he grabbing choppers
Hatred stickers on her locker, "Pregnant bitch, you a thot"
She ball it up, don't shed no tears and keep her head held high
She walk in the house and her mama sleeping with the pressed pill guy
She fucking for handlebars while her son riding the smokers' cars
Selling crack like candy bars, serving weed like dealing cards
Banging C's and gang wars, he rocking hard like twelve guitars
He was known to beat the odds until his whole life paused
When them Bloods slid by and the bullet hit his jaw
Shots on front and side the car, hospital rushing, wasn't far
His partner with him had to drive, he fainted twice, seeing stars
Made it to the ER, survived with a broken, punctured jaw
His sister came to see him but his mama still at the bar
Four months later the baby born and it look like his boy
His face done kinda healed but his nephew face ain't bringing him no joy
His sister finally came out and said the baby daddy's Roy
The mama say she knew but now the brother wanna kill his boy
This nigga 19 and tryna play his sister like a toy
He know his sister underaged, in school, she ain't no Almond Joy
Without no hesitation, he went left and pulled up straight on Roy
Pistol-whipped him twice and told him, "Why you fuck my sister, boy?"
Roy was like, "I saved your life, cuz, you know what it was
Your sister came around me on them drugs, you know what that does
We only hit once, it was off a buzz, and I'm sorry, cuz
But I was the one that took you to the hospital when you was dripping blood"
Brother mind racing, should he put his partner in the mud?
But who gon' raise his baby, this shit crazy how you did me, cuz
Mama out here lazy, grandbaby gon' be stiff as us
And he growing quick as us, gon' see the same bullshit as us

Family, family
Family, family
Family, family (Drip)
Family, family (Ooh-wee)

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