Sauce Walka, Babyface Ray - Black Kings lyrics

Oowee, oowee (Codeine cowboys, man)
This shit real, nigga
I don't know about if it is for you
But I know about me

It's rainin', he lookin' at the ghetto from
Out the window pane his brother died
And this young nigga can't even feel no pain
Is he gon' ride, or is he gon' live in the
Hood with all the shame? Is he gon' slide
Strap his cleats on when he
Ain't even in the game?
But that's what it is when you
Born up in the field
Ain't no flowers or daffodils
Just some animals strapped to kill
All the youngsters slappin'
Youngins at school, they strapped for meals
Niggas thinkin' he bullyin' on him for size
But hе starved for real
Ain't no dinner aftеr eighth period
See, in my ghetto
That hot plate after school is really serious
I knew a nigga went All-American
He was really near
He got shot in a drive-by
Now his whole family fears no Hall of Fame
Just hall of tears in a hospital
This where the clips be really big
But all the Glocks little
They loadin' bullets in their vans
Callin' them cop killers
It's Armageddon on my block, nigga

All this chasin' shmoney
It done turned me to a hot nigga
Crib look like a school, my neighbor's white
It got a fox in it
I'ma keep it trill and spill the real
You know I'm authentic
Exotic sodas, feelin' so scented
Ay, keep your head up when it's
Low because the table's turned
Wait your turn, I was fucked up
Now that money burned
I seen the closest turn they back
About the shit I earned
I'm standin' firm, ten toes, say one word
Your bitch gone money long, my clips long
If I put my hoes together
I might need a limo
Smallest town, sellin' girl
Mama think I pimp hoes
Know I keep that shit on
Woke up late, sippin' syrup, put my kit on
Ridin' foreign
Came a long way from the rental
Cartier vision, I see it clear
Ain't no trickin' me
Galleria, I fuck off a bag
That ain't shit to me
I done made my dreams real life
They keep pinchin' me
Nah, for real, this my real life
Speak it vividly

I done made a million out of pimpin'
Ain't no simp in me
I done snapped my fingers and
Turned the nigga into history
Martin Luther King had a whole dream
For this white bitch with me
Malcom X choppa at the window
Let these niggas see designer tings
I jump out and drip and I'm a kitchen sink
Designer jeans, these Evisus
My legs is Japanese rapper, please
I've been countin' up bitch money
Since I was seventeen
When Jordan was still winnin' rings
I was a kid at the park pimpin' swings

We Black Kings (yeah, no cap)
We Black Kings, yeah, fuck you mean
Still sippin' lean