Sauce Walka - Family (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Sauce Walka - Family (en) Lyrics
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Chamberlain, he's got it
Somebody gotta speak on it
Ghetto Gospel shit
Baby girl 16, leavin' the WIC office
Brother two years older, tryna make
they house a brick office
Mama in the kitchen smoking
cigarettes, shit talkin'
But she wonder why her son
outside Crip walkin'
He supposed to be in college
right now, footballin'
Studyin' for finals but he worried
about the Blood callin'
Baby girl pregnant, still smokin',
guess the drugs callin'
She ain't got no guidance 'cause
her mama out her club walkin'
Jumping bar to bar just like her
son, she out here plug stalkin'
Hopin' a rich nigga want that pussy
so she can slick-talk him
Make a couple zips off him, then
go and pay her rent off him
Meanwhile her son out here robbing
for weed and pink dolphin
Baby girl still book-smart so
her friends cheat off her
She tryna keep the bullies cool, she
heard the football team talkin'
Only pregnant girl at school, she
tryna keep the heat off her
Counselor say that it's gon' be okay
but she just sweet talkin'
She don't know that her baby daddy
grown, he out here white chalkin'
Or it could be this other lil' young
nigga she used to see often
Whole time the grown nigga she was
fucking is her brother partner
And if her brother find out, she
know he grabbin' choppers
Hatred stickers on her locker,
"Pregnant bitch, you a thot"
She ball it up, don't shed no tears
and keep her head held high
She walk in the house and her mama sleepin'
with the pressed pill guy
She fuckin' for handlebars while her
son riding the smokers' cars
Selling crack like candy bars, servin'
weed like dealing cards
Banging C's and gang wars, he rockin'
hard like twelve guitars
He was known to beat the odds
until his whole life paused
When them Bloods slid by and
the bullet hit his jaw
Shots on front and side the car,
hospital rushin', wasn't far
His partner with him had to drive,
he fainted twice, seein' stars
Made it to the ER, survived with
a broken, punctured jaw
His sister came to see him but
his mama still at the bar
Four months later the baby born
and it look like his boy
His face done kinda healed but his nephew
face ain't bringin' him no joy
His sister finally came out and
said the baby daddy's Roy
The mama say she knew but now the
brother wanna kill his boy
This nigga 19 and tryna play
his sister like a toy
He know his sister underaged, in
school, she ain't no Almond Joy
Without no hesitation, he went left
and pulled up straight on Roy
Pistol-whipped him twice and told him,
"Why you fuck my sister, boy?"
Roy was like, "I saved your life,
cuz, you know what it was
Your sister came around me on them
drugs, you know what that does
We only hit once, it was off
a buzz, and I'm sorry, cuz
But I was the one that took
you to the hospital when
you was drippin' blood"
Brother mind racing, should he
put his partner in the mud?
But who gon' raise his baby, this
shit crazy how you did me, cuz
Mama out here lazy, grandbaby
gon' be stiff as us
And he growin' quick as us, gon'
see the same bullshit as us
Family, family
Family, family (Drip)
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