Black Kings - Sauce Walka, Babyface Ray

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 he starved for real

Ain’t no dinner after 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