[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
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
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