Lyrics From a City - Sauce Walka

From a City

Rolling up, top shelf
But my grandma in her deathbed taking her last breath
Why does life always feed us raw like a bad chef?
Why the game always play us dirty like a bad ref?
Why do snitches still think they can live like they past self?
Nigga, that shit over with, dead dog, doberman
Bitches fucking with poison in they body just like cobra spit
Niggas be so thirsty they drink venom from a cobra bitch
Being test fire shooting from they dick
Now he looking for a doctor, making noises like Chewbacca