Chalk ft. Jarren Benton Lyrics

Some of you niggas just got a death wish

The bully I got some problems that need addressing

Some of you labels that owe me cheese I need to be collecting look how they flee when they see weapons

Niggas will bleed and beg for peace when you go check em

I used to be that starveing artist god forget the devils heartless carving at your cartilage with a saw bitch

Bite off rappers heads like a crayfish

Let the vaultars eat the carcus

Bitch I'm coming for the bosses up in office

Suffered a few losses bounced back and beat the odds niggas regardless in regards to all the families and niggas that crossed em

Might pay for the coffin that these fuck niggas just crawled in

Might pop a couple bottles this is it we gotta celebrate the small wins

Fools on deck hands on they hammer nigga I ain't talking ball pin

I go hard for my offspring strangulate a rapper with a drawer string

Say good night to the bad guy they gone feel it when I let the rifle blast

Underneath the pale moonlight come and dance with a fucking psychopath

Fuck a pen and pad when I'm mad I just spit it raw

Luger in my bag with a pocket full of rounds

If a bitch wanna talk then i let the homies pop

Then I watch they bodies drop as they outlined in chalk

Fuck a pen and pad when I'm mad I just spit it raw

Luger in my bag with a pocket full of rounds

If a bitch wanna talk then i let the homies pop

Then I watch they bodies drop as they outlined in chalk

Been heavy on the grind silent building up and appetite

Goofs wanna talk hard but never put on for they life

Markers in my pocket write on everything in sight

Leave my name everywhere whether it is day or night

I don't wanna blast ya but keep on talking bitch I might

Pull up on ya block rolling heavy with my gutter squad

But I thought you was such a big time gangsta

Now I hear you a rat with big time paychecks

Face it

I'm only at your show to bash ur face in

I got ya tied up in my basement

Anything Incriminating

I'm incenterating

Power tools and quick dry pavement

Watch ya family cry on the 9 0 clock news

Make a song about it and I double up my views

I guess ima Psychopath with nothing to lose

So I make a couple songs and leave a couple clues

Fuck a pen and pad when I'm mad I just spit it raw

Luger in my bag with a pocket full of rounds

If a bitch wanna talk then i let the homies pop

Then I watch they bodies drop as they outlined in chalk

Fuck a pen and pad when I'm mad I just spit it raw

Luger in my bag with a pocket full of rounds

If a bitch wanna talk then i let the homies pop

Then I watch they bodies drop as they outlined in chalk