[Intro: Sauce Walka]
(Chamberlain, he's coming)
Ooh-wee
[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Gunpowder residue on his hands
Another nigga killed by the hands of his brother, man
Shit, it's hard to understand how we could hate our own kind
But every time it was my own kind that brought my home crime
Niggas that look like me in front of my house blowin' my home down
Bullets rippin' the bricks while my stepmama on the floor cryin'
Situations like this could tear a family for a long time
Traumatized for three years every time she hear her door slide
Niggas weren't really tryna catch no bodies shootin' at door signs
But when you young, that's how hoes slide, but I was different
Ever since a youngin', I been with the run down business
Standin' over a nigga like I 'posed to rise, I'm no hoop pictures
Chrysler Sebring's the best cars to steal, so coupes missin'
Let the tops down and start whistlin' like my tooth missin'
Every time my foot down in the streets like my shoe missin'
When I retaliate, somebody known in your crew missin'
Time I did in jail brought me home on a new mission
Found out niggas hoes so I'd rather trap with two bitches
Do your boy a favor, now he comin' up with new wishes
As soon as you say, "No," now you fake, bro, and you trippin'
Tried to teach some new ones space to grow but they too ign'ant
'Cause all they worried about is Gucci belts and fuckin' new bitches
Since how can I love my brother when he wanna take my whole image?
But instead of learn how, he wanna straight draw it down and steal it
[Chorus: Propain]
Ayy, whether we dribble out this motherfucker (Motherfucker)
Rap metaphors or riddle out this motherfucker (Motherfucker)
Work second floor hospital out his motherfucker (Motherfucker)
Damn, we gots to get out up this motherfucker (Brain)
Yeah, times get ugly, gotta bust a move (Bust a move)
Yeah, all we know is turnin' ones to twos (Ayy)
Yeah, back to the wall (Wall), I'm standin' on ten (Standin' on ten)
Ooh, in it for life (Yeah), you know what it is
[Verse 2: Propain]
Look, it's crack fumes in my nose, it's pissy on the couch (Couch)
Roof leakin', makin' holes that's drippin' in the house (Yeah)
Eviction notice on the door, they 'bout to kick 'em out
Watch your mama struggle or get dough? Nigga, pick a route
And that's just indoors, see outside, Lord, them trenches wild
These youngin's sellin' dope to they own family just to drip the style
Niggas innocent and they takin' pleas, they scared to reach the trial
'Cause judge is hangin' niggas with no rope and they ain't gettin' out
Ol' folks is rallyin', beggin' us to put these pistols down
But riddle how? They killin' over dimes, we in a different time
He never stepped a foot inside that church, God sent him signs
Our hands up and police still shootin' like it's mili-time
The hood hurt, broke as a joke and this ain't Richard Pryor so
Niggas ain't tryna flip no burgers, they tryna flip a pound (Hell nah)
Hoes'll set you up, you better watch out who you kissin' now
The devil told rise and hopes slippin' down, facts
It's like these niggas turn snake when they digits down (Uh)
That love ain't real, they act in movies like it's Tinseltown (Uh)
Crabs in the buckets, you come up, they try and clip you down
Don't even recognize we all kings because we missin' crowns
So it's a few vultures from my past, I don't miss 'em now
Them folks hate to see you gettin' a bag, it bring they feelin's down
They count a nigga out then, well fuck it, we gon' kill 'em now
Started on the floor, bitch, now we in the sky, mane
[Chorus: Propain]
Whether we dribble out this motherfucker (Motherfucker)
Rap metaphors or riddle out this motherfucker (Motherfucker)
Work second floor hospital out his motherfucker (Motherfucker)
Damn, we gots to get out up this motherfucker (Brain)
Yeah, times get ugly, gotta bust a move (Bust a move)
Yeah, all we know is turnin' ones to twos (Ayy)
Yeah, back to the wall (Wall), I'm standin' on ten (Standin' on ten)
Ooh, in it for life (Yeah), you know what it is
