A Little Story Sauce Walka (Ft. Sosamann)

[Intro: Sauce Walka]
Oowee
This shit brazy where we come from

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Broken home, broken phone
Lookin' at his sister hopin' she a leave that coke alone
Never in his 20 years of livin' seen his sister gone
Thought he was going to the league, instead he building mobile homes
Watching niggas he played with get paid to put their jersey on
His stats was always good but off the court he had to get it on
So many bills depended on but ain't nobody got shit
The jump shot cool but collectors can't cash in shot swish
To top this, his sister fuck around raw dick
Just to keep a couple bumps of sugar and her jaw fixed
Bitch done lost the whole rules and moral now she lawless
Staring at herself fascinated like she flawless
Bitch get up out the mirror who you think is on the wall?
Just another bitch that let her beauty turn into a frog
Just another bitch that let her beauty turn into a dog
How could you not see the fog your head was stuck up in the clouds
I've done seen so many bitches missing from their own vindication
Coulda been Beyonce but you were one those Missy type of bitches
Coulda had the rock in your hand but you was too busy tickin'
Back up out the gee-gee but Hova throwin bitches Bentleys
Now I'm capping frozen chimneys Maybachs before assembly
Niggas goals to buy a house our goals is business inside of Italy
Fly planes from F. Kennedy, ice chains that sweat literally
Been to every borough in New York and the Jets feelin' me