[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Dope fumes on the glasses
[?] cream, made it ashes
Sitting on the cabnit
Scales on the table
Money tripple rapped in plastic
Clips in the boll, this the serial of a savage
Tryna live lavish
Tryna figure out magic
How I turn 1 to 20?
And still stay free
My partner got caught with two and twenty, this shit real, boy
You got that [?] cross your shoulders when you in that vill, boy
You might get life with no parole, ain't no appeal, boy
This [?] boy
Mama [?] tryna get you visitation [?] boy
Tryna crack a smile, but you ain't seen a face in years, boy
That's how it is, boy
For real
For real
Can you change [?] complecations
Starvations on family faces
Winters in Chicago, no lights, thug in the basement
Wе was givin nothing, those nights, we had to chase it
What would Jеsus do? I was never givin those bracelets
[Verse 2: Peso Peso]
We could be getting money, but you in your feelings instead
These n***as dying overdose [?] meds
That n***a looked up in his fridge, ain't nothing but milk and some eggs
Dropped a bag on his brother, he took the hit for the bread
I slide the Benz like a sled
Boy, you a bitch and you scared
She got a call about her son, she shedding tears in the bed
A homicide n***a, free my brothers still in the feds
It ain't no cut up in my raps, this shit is pure what I'm saying
My [?] was acting like a joker, pull his card like a dealer
They [?] he got smoked like if he wasn't a killer
That n***a couldn't pick a side, so he got shot in the middle
He in the smoker's car, [?] rental
He tryna help out his sister, she spending cash all on drugs
His brother cut him off, he went against his back for the plug
Fell off and ran off on that n***a, now he's back in the mud
He sent them killers to his trentches, then his caskit got dug