Black Kings

(album: Sauce Ghetto Gospel 3 - 2022)

Oowee, oowee (Codeine cowboys, man)
This shit real, nigga
I don't know about if it is for you, but I know about me

It's raining, he looking at the ghetto from out the window pane
His brother died, and this young nigga can't even feel no pain
Is he gon' ride, or is he gon' live in the hood with all the shame?
Is he gon' slide, strap his cleats on when he ain't even in the game?
But that's what it is when you born up in the field
Ain't no flowers or daffodils, just some animals strapped to kill
All the youngsters slapping youngins at school, they strapped for meals
Niggas thinking he bullying on him for size, but he starved for real
Ain't no dinner after eighth period
See, in my ghetto, that hot plate after school is really serious
I knew a nigga went All-American, he was really near
He got shot in a drive-by, now his whole family fears
No Hall of Fame, just hall of tears in a hospital
This where the clips be really big, but all the Glocks little
They loading bullets in their vans, calling them cop killers
It's Armageddon on my block, nigga

All this chasing shmoney, it done turned me to a hot nigga
Crib look like a school, my neighbor's white, it got a fox in it
I'ma keep it trill and spill the real, you know I'm authentic
Exotic sodas, feeling so scented
Ay, keep your head up when it's low because the table's turned
Wait your turn, I was fucked up, now that money burned
I seen the closest turn they back about the shit I earned
I'm standing firm, ten toes, say one word, your bitch gone
Money long, my clips long
If I put my hoes together, I might need a limo
Smallest town, selling girl
Mama think I pimp hoes, know I keep that shit on
Woke up late, sipping syrup, put my kit on
Riding foreign, came a long way from the rental
Cartier vision, I see it clear, ain't no tricking me
Galleria, I fuck off a bag, that ain't shit to me
I done made my dreams real life, they keep pinching me
Nah, for real, this my real life, speak it vividly

I done made a million out of pimping, ain't no simp in me
I done snapped my fingers and turned the nigga into history
Martin Luther King had a whole dream for this white bitch with me
Malcom X choppa at the window, let these niggas see
Designer tings, I jump out and drip and I'm a kitchen sink
Designer jeans, these Evisus, my legs is Japanese
Rapper, please, I've been counting up bitch money since I was seventeen
When Jordan was still winning rings, I was a kid at the park pimping swings

We Black Kings (Yeah, no cap)
We Black Kings, yeah, fuck you mean, still sipping lean