Get Out Sauce Walka (Ft. Propain)

[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