Peace Treaties - Sauce Walka

My people stuck in ghetto genocide

It’s dark in these streets, please keep your kids inside

These niggas slide

Not lookin' at shit they shootin', close they eyes

How is this fine? How is that gangster?

Everything is fun and games until somebody get killed by a prankster

But you was thuggin' with them wanksters a couple weeks ago

Everybody was gang-gang until lil' buddy sneaked your coke

That’s your plug money, you need the score

Your big brother stay lookin' out and now he need an O

Now you in the trap all embarrassed 'cause you can’t feed your folks

Tamika broke

I don’t know why the hell you thought you need her for

All them Galleria Chanels and she can’t even Chanel you a pizza roll

You fallin', nigga

That EDD check had you ballin', nigga

But Donald Trump ain’t in office no more and them collectors callin', nigga

It’s tax season

Young niggas robbin' in all black season

It’s cold outside, they wearin' hoodies, tuckin' they MACs, freezin'

It’s even gangsters workin' for snitches, they got these rats cheesin'

You still tryna find buddy with your coke so you can get back even

These streets sleazy

Whoever said thuggin' would be easy?

I know niggas with forty-five years for tryna be Jeezy

Some niggas ain’t even make it to pounds, they died for QPeezies

Some niggas ain’t even make it to books, they died for magazines

Seen some niggas walk to the devil tryna search for Jesus

The nigga died blessin' the hood, nobody heard the sneezing

You see, I’m from the neck of the woods where choppers keep squeezing

His mama lookin' up to the sky, three years, she still grieving

These real demons

Lil' dumbass niggas on these pills leaning

Ain’t never learned no trades, but they specialize in red beaming

We killin' off our own race, nigga, these queens need semen

Somebody take my hand out the ghetto or we can keep dreaming