Trill Spill - Sauce Walka

Oowee

This shit brazy man

I swear I spent 'bout three hundred thousand dollars this month I ain’t even

feel that shit

Aight go hun, this shit different now bitch, we here, we rich, I did it,

we did it

I still remember being in Chicago with ya on them cold nights in front of the

radiator and shit sneak rolling up weed with ya lil' nigga

And yall come outside on the porch we me late night and shit we thuggin

Maybach doors open backseat recline

Sig Sauer on my lap just for peace of mind

Baby mama Facetime my phone she need another 5

I give my daughter ten thousand monthly just for chips and fries

I wish my mama coulda did that for me

But she gave me life and life ain’t got a breathing fee

So grateful what I had to be, the hunger made me grind to eat

Livin' in South Park, I heard gunshots at night before my sleep

Livin' on West Fondren, I seen dope fiends sell cars and walk the street

Just to stay high, not me, not I

Used to walk from Varnett back to Fondren when I was nine

Used to lie to my school teachers and told 'em I had a ride

But truth is my mama at home on the couch fried

So from the age of 8 or 9 in thuggin' outside

Nobody by my side so I had to learn pride

That shit made me a man so I ain’t mad 'bout it now

I know some momma boys who can’t buy a wallet now

But in high school their mama had them boys Jordaned down

Them niggas was spoiled, shit, I had to salt the earth

When they was eating steaks, we was eating eggs boiled

But now I fall asleep in wraiths with my legs curled

Bitches feed me grapes, run my errands, and more

I’m living like a king with a diamond edged sword

Send my pops to Miami to ride boats and surfboard

My family drive Benzs now, ain’t no more Accords

Anything my people want Sauce Walka can afford

And all my niggas rich from drippin' sauce on tracks and boards

Its TSL business we done made it, thank the Lord

Oowee

Know what I’m talkin' 'bout

Ya Splat me

Its real spill