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sauce walka – brazy crazy lyrics

[verse 1: sauce walka]
my dog cost more than your car, n#gga
ain’t nothing worth more than 30k up in your garage, n#gga
i asked the backstreets, they say you fraud, n#gga
this n#gga got pikachu pockets, he just a card, n#gga
what’s in your wallet, i ain’t have time for college
i graduated straight to the pen to receive knowledge
not that it what i wanted, but f#ck it, i had to own it
it made me realise that myself was my main opponent
a lot of n#ggas died in my city, i send condolence
but how could there be peace when people hate to see you glowing?
it’s great to see they show it, when the b#tches get to popping up
when they emotions get to rising cause the lights keep on raising up (raising up, raising up)
that sh#t brazy, how the ‘gram hurt you
a n#gga making cash and then let they ‘gram work you
not paying attention, that’s 2 people in your fam heard you
they foretold diamonds, says my goals, they gave me mad virtues
real talk (talk), b#tches [?], this is our [?]
i could’ve worn a versaces, but that’s lil’ talk
i still remember putting the biz down long way on lil’ yop
outside, couldn’t believe the money this b#tch was making outside
mouth wide in amazement, all this money i’m making from the pavement
to think a ho would be the one to save me, that’s brazy
this wedding cake i’m smoking got the booth feeling hazy
that booth five you smoking smell like reggie from the ’80s

[verse 2: maxo kream]
okay, now from the squad, 10 to 10 murder, block the streets that raised me
use the box, then my bro got popped, i copped me a 380
smoking pop, then start selling rocks, serving junkies daily
ran from cops and toting glocks, my mama thought we was just babies
my whole life i knew my pop, but nowadays that sh#t don’t matter
most my life he been on lock, so right now i feel like a b#st#rd
mama put me out the house, she ain’t want dope around the family
i knew mama couldn’t stand me, say i act just like my daddy
lil’ n#gga without a father figure, made my own decisions
role models was k!llers, drug dealers and the older n#ggas
old man locked in the feds, we used to talk, i never listened
instead i bust the head, outlining chalk and started crippin’
these new dudes got me confused, i’m like where the h#ll the gangstas went?
instagram in 2’s, like it’s cool, then go to jail and snitch
never chase a ho, ’cause i don’t even chase my henny
can’t even trust my locs, ’cause a crip n#gga k!lled nipsey
gone

[outro: maxo kream and sauce walka]
said i’m crazy, so don’t start it
handicap crippin’, r#t#rded
ran that sh#t to where you stay
[?] 29’s and the k, hey
and i’m brazy, i’m heartless
pyrule pimpin’ your shorty
put the b#tch down everyday ayy, you play with my drip, and you gon’ get splashed with the spray, ayy

- sauce walka lyrics

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