White Chalk Em Lyrics

This the one

Can't be in them trenches off them drugs lil Bro, you gotta focus

I made a song about her, laughed and wish I Never wrote it

You could be the next to shine, but you dont Grind, so you don't know it

Wide body scat, bro nem drive it like he stole It

Free Lil Zay, he TutuGang but bro nem rich and Rollin'

Niggas tryna snake me out my spot, I act like I Dont know it

I threw niggas packs to help them get back on And watched 'em smoke it

I cry out for help in most my songs and don't Nobody notice

Crackers sat me on the bench, I got out got Back in the field

Bro nem mad and calling me a junkie, cause I'm popping pills

Niggas called and told me bro nem died I ain't Know how to feel

Dey know I ain't ducking, bitch, I'm thuggin

TutuGang for real, not for fake

Anytime my back was up against the wall, I Made a way

It ain't hard to keep me happy bae, just go buy Me a drac

All we knew was robbery, shit different when It's face to face

All we knew was poverty, we all grew up on Section eight

Make sure u get his Phone, keys, and wallet, Hope you listen when I'm talking

I drew the line and you crossed it

Come step into my office, I'm so in love with The trenches

I Still drink water out the faucet

Might just leave the house without a ride

Grab pipe and just start walking

Right now I'm riding with some shit

That'll leave you fucked up Steven Hawkins

Niggas flexing in some shit that they done Rented

Like they bought it

Blowdat run down with that iron, it ain't no Question

He gon' hawk him

Turn this paper to a fade and line him up

White Chalk Em