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sauce walka - wicked child lyrics

[intro]
oowee
oowee
sh+t don’t make no motherf+ckin’ sense

[verse]
how many young n+ggas i gotta leave i wanted to see win?
how many n+ggas i used to love deserve to die again?
they family might have to cry again
i flyed again
semi+automatics on my side again
i dived and sinned, it wasn’t my choice, i’m from the ocean, i had to swim
i never left my shooters any time we was outside the gym
they in the game, i’m in the game, we all gon’ guard the rim
we not like them
at least i thought until thе bread got slim
you know it’s always that one lil’ roach you can’t catch at the crib
thеy take your ribs
right under your arms with you makin’ deals
n+gga can’t trust his sister in this field, let alone a n+gga
rappers sellin’ they souls for whips to slave owners, n+gga
sit on the same corners in hoods that they ain’t ownin’, n+gga
n+ggas triple crossin’ they homies, they tried to show ’em bigger
but scared of the police of the police officer that brutalized his lil’ sister
buddy drinkin’ liquor like that sh+t gon’ fix somethin’ quicker
broke without no job, he ready to rob somethin’, sh+t, it’s christmas
gotta have three guns on you nowadays, can’t be defenseless
n+ggas out here sixteen years old ridin’ with army switches
delete the hisses
it’s snakes around, don’t let ’em slime in your business
we keepin’ cutters for reptiles, we tryna design new tennis
tryna step on snakeskin
leave that lazy+ass b+tch if she ain’t bringin’ no cake in
somebody when viral for buyin’ designer for they baby that came in
a week later, it’s all on twitter that that baby ain’t his
sh+t
gotta leave that b+tch
for real
i’m leavin’ every poisonous thing that’s in my direction
i’m off that drank, i’m in that gym, my body is perfection
i’m punchin’ as if i’m in tekken
i built the weapon
it’s to the goal, it ain’t no interceptions
we up eleven
check the scoreboard, who up in heaven?
we got y’all spendin’ a lot of time with reverends
buddy done died for something you ain’t reppin’
[outro]
yeah

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