[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Police shoot a kid and get paid double
We don't make this shit no better, we gang bang and kill each other
Wish I could just live in peace, but I gotta keep my cutter
You ain't gotta watch no movie to see how Alpo killed his brother (I'm working on dying)
We survin' in the gutter (Ayy, Tizz, light 'em up)
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, switches
Ambulance outside in the trenches
Black man layin' in his blood where the fence is
Nephew seen his uncle die, he defenseless
Auntie need her man back on his wishlist
Young n***as on demon time wearin' Christians
Squeeze with gloves on, OJ Simpson
Big bro sellin' crack but he simpin'
Spendin' all his profit on bitches
He got two kids wearin' Dickie
But he got his ho in Givenchy
Baby mama late on the rent
How you put them blades on your whip?
Forgiato's on your spaceship
House the size of a bag of chips

[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Bulletproof around my Cullinan 'cause the gutter done left me scarred
Ain't no way that you my brudda'nem, if you leave me behind my bars
This street politics, no government, all of the judgement gon' be ours
Tryna save lil' blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
Tryna save lil' blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
Tryna save lil' blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
[Verse 2: Freeway]
Philly is my city, youngin's out here livin' sloppy
Friday they pray junior, go outside and kill their ahki
That's why we tote metal, desert eagles, far as movies we don't nino
We saw Benny kill Carlito, we surviving in the ghetto
N***as, ch-ch-choppas
Young n***as tryna hit they opps up
Slid down then they got boxed up
Kill him then he got locked up
They laugh, said it's the opps not us
He still playin' cops and robbers
Last week, got the block shot up
Young chick 'bout to go and twerk
Yeah, she'd rather fuck than work
Hit his enemies then he left town, now his enemies 'bout to kill his pop
My n***a young, had a wet block
'98 learned how to set up shot
Before I signed to the Roc, moved real rocks on the little block
Yeah that was us, grab the bird double up
Told my n***a "Take that bird to the table, bag it up"
Then we switched it up, now we popular
And our chips is up
I know my mama, proud of us

[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Bulletproof around my Cullinan 'cause the gutter done left me scarred
Ain't no way that you my brudda'nem, if you leave me behind my bars
This street politics, no government, all of the judgement gon' be ours
Tryna save lil' blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
Tryna save lil' blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs
Tryna save lil' blood and cousin'nem from them switches & ARs
From them switches & ARs