[Intro]
It's that Shit Sauce Man
[Chorus]
Was in the fast lane, he parked in the grave
Slept in the trap, then I woke up to them stars in the Wraith
From the Raq where bullies die, you play it smart or get changed
Deep up in that water, and there's sharks in the wave
Yeah I took some losses shit got charged to the gang
Tell you 'bout my story, shit got dark on this page
Emotions bottled up, feel like my heart in a cage
Like, fuck a bitch, I gave my heart to the gang
[Verse 1]
Nah this ain't band camp, but we play with drums
Caught em at the dead-end, ain't no way to run
Better not go tweakin' with lil Stacia son
Bitch I was grinding, I just waited on my day to come
Livin' in a struggle, tryna make it fun
Pull up in foreigns, back to back, like we on our way to prom
If he gon' shoot for me, it's only right, I pay his bond
Sorry pastor this ain't music, you get resurrected to
Man in reality, this shit might be the death of you, or a lesson too
Givenchy sneaks' on when I'm steppin through
Back in the trenches they thought less of you
Picked up that gun, then they accepted you
Pressure on him, so what he left to do?
Ears ringin', clean off that residue
It's that Shit Sauce Man
[Chorus]
Was in the fast lane, he parked in the grave
Slept in the trap, then I woke up to them stars in the Wraith
From the Raq where bullies die, you play it smart or get changed
Deep up in that water, and there's sharks in the wave
Yeah I took some losses shit got charged to the gang
Tell you 'bout my story, shit got dark on this page
Emotions bottled up, feel like my heart in a cage
Like, fuck a bitch, I gave my heart to the gang
[Verse 1]
Nah this ain't band camp, but we play with drums
Caught em at the dead-end, ain't no way to run
Better not go tweakin' with lil Stacia son
Bitch I was grinding, I just waited on my day to come
Livin' in a struggle, tryna make it fun
Pull up in foreigns, back to back, like we on our way to prom
If he gon' shoot for me, it's only right, I pay his bond
Sorry pastor this ain't music, you get resurrected to
Man in reality, this shit might be the death of you, or a lesson too
Givenchy sneaks' on when I'm steppin through
Back in the trenches they thought less of you
Picked up that gun, then they accepted you
Pressure on him, so what he left to do?
Ears ringin', clean off that residue
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