Chicago
(专辑: Sauce Ghetto Gospel - 2018)
It's so saucy Know what I'm saying Mmh, man, I
think this shit is 'bout 2007 Chamberlain, he's got it Chicago, am I
17? Maybe, yeah, 17 Some shit like that Inglewood, South Side, man Winter time, you know what I'm sayin'? Gold-hunting baby Auntie breathing on the
respirator Cigarettes in the
ashtray, burn the
kitchen 'bout her mashed potatoes Grandma playing the
lottery, having the
funnest dreams of having paper OG's walking down the
block in Maury suits and bare gators I
was outside with the
vicelords and the
paper chasers Folks end up four corner hustling, shooting by skyscrapers Riding on the L
with a
handheld in my coat daily Mama made me a
coke baby, I
sold what she smoked daily Had me living so brazy, twenty-seventh floor, blazing OG kush hazing, but the
sacks was small as two raisins Copped me two zips for 700, that was too brazy Pounds of reggie 12 hundred, sharp money, used to scrape payment Tried to make him come down to Texas but he was too lazy The
way this shit would roll back then, we missed a
cool eighty Evisu my jeans in the
winter, though I
was dripping in Timberlands in the
snow Out in Chiraq, I'm fucking on college hoes Presidential towers, all the
real niggas know I
had bitches in art school to pay my clothes Every time they threw parties, I
got new hoes Only nigga that's country, mouth full of gold Never lack or you'll get shot at the
corner store That was nothing to me, I
been known that code I
came back to my city and hell I
rose I
came back to my city and hell I
rose That's some shit that everybody knows Ooh-wee Sauce 1200, 70 block, 80 block RIP Mama Sauce, nigga