Skam One, Jarren Benton - Chalk 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

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