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Sauce Walka

Let It Bang

 

Let It Bang

(album: Sauce Ghetto Gospel 3 - 2022)


(JRag, what you cooking up?)
Oowee
Mhm

From the struggle and pain
Neck deep in the game
Mama hair soaking wet, she walking home in the rain
Nephew just caught a charge, whole arm in the 'caine
He 'posed to be a quarterback, he throwing glass in the wave
Couldn't work no job as a slave
Seen a nigga shoot his best friend for calling him names
Beat the case like it's an accident, then ride off the fame
Lil' Amber on her fourth baby daddy, she stuck in her ways
She got them niggas paying bills, at least she ain't on the blade
All my people crying tears, we tryna see through a lake
Lil' baby, keep your head high, you gotta smile and be great
Her daddy doing twenty-five years, he locked in the state
She went to school to be a broker, now she buying the state
Watch the choices you make in this one life we live
Cut us lights and give for the universe'll block your mills
Stay away from pills, just my opinion, nobody perfect here
I done stopped drinking again, I'm tryna keep it chill
If a nigga scared to ride with it, trust me, he'll squeal
If you ain't peep the signs, catch time with him, you know what it is
Nigga catch a dime off of trafficking, become Dr. Phil
Come home, start him a business and get caught with the steel
Now tell me how that is
For real, for real
Lil' bro just woke up on the floor, he got robbed for his chain
He was walking out the club, pistol whipped to his brain
He ain't even see it coming, he was firing up the Jane
He had his eyes on his lighter, they had they eyes on his bling
Such a shame how they came, but it's the game
You wanna fly with the stars, then keep some guns on your plane
Pop the trunk, let it bang
Know what I'm saying?
Let it bang
Yeah
Drip dropper, chop choppers
Had pints, we no doctors
I'm knowing niggas in the feds still eating lobsters
I'm knowing niggas getting bread snitching on they partners
Be careful what these killers saying, most of them impostors

Oowee

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