.[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Gunpowder residue on his hands
Another nigga killed by the hands of his brother, man
Shit, it'sâ
hardâ
to understand howâ
we can hate our own kind
Butâ
every time it was my own kind that brought my home crying
Niggas that look like me i.
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