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Sauce Walka

Me & Mine

 

Me & Mine

(album: Sauce Ghetto Gospel 3 - 2022)


[Sauce Walka:]
Oowee
(Grams)
Nigga gon' never be where a nigga at

I'm pretty sure I done lost more money than these niggas made
Me and mine just in the cut, we like the razorblade
Sit in the sun, it wasn't shade
The money made
All of these demons wanted us in the grave
I fucked some devils wearing Prada, I'm tryna change my ways
Sit through the haze
A hopeless war, I'm on the other side
It felt so cold up in the ghetto when my uncle died
My auntie cried, the last sibling on her family tree
Them tears feel different when your mama ain't there to wipe your cheek
We wipe the streets
New Glocks with mags underneath
Boy, why you ain't looking both ways when you come cross these streets?
I cross these beats
I'm ghetto Jesus from the words I speak
Became the drip god and made sauce splash on every street
Look at your phone
I'm refabricated in every home
A young nigga straight out of Texas who kept his pimping strong
I pimped so long way before this rapping ever paid
I still remember them horrendous nights, stomping down that blade
Reminiscing on all the hoes I made
Cleaning bullets, reminiscing on all the guns I blazed
Walking through these ghetto streets, it feel just like a maze
This shit a game, lil' brother, don't be played
Oowee

[Sauce Wood Winnin:]
Uh, they say this rapping finally paid off
I'm on South Beach smoking blunts, knocking sand off
Remember all them days we in the hood, mama got laid off
Sauce Tiger Woods, bitch, I got stripes, but I ain't playing golf
Slam 'em like I'm Randolph
Feathers knock your mans off
Bitch, I'm straight up out the trench and I just did it with no handout
Play, it be a man down
Play and get a man down
They ain't used to like me, ask them bitches who the man now
Sticking to the plan, I keep giving my sister bands now
Let me know that you a fan 'fore you get your ass fanned down
Wonder how so many real niggas snitching, take the stand now
When you get them bands now
Nigga, move your fam out

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