I'll Call You Tomorrow Lyrics

Young Charlie wit the trip-8

THIZZ fase

Head case

Stale face in every photo

Ever since fifth grade

Sharper than a switchblade

Lion hearted

Iron sparkin

Fire startin

Lines in the sidewalk

Crime

Chalk outlines

Body on the steps until the news come

SouthSide

Fistfights

And shit was cool until the cops came

I'll call you back tomorrow

I love you

Make it home safe

I will

I promise

Been a real nigga

Only changed for the better

Never switched up

Jus got my chips up

Jus got my clips up

You don't wanna trip bruh

All my niggas lift up

And get to bussin

Get stuck

They gone find you where I leave you

Feel that ether when it eat you

Please be careful who you speak to

Niggas talk good

But they thoughts evil

Lost people want you lost too

We all pay a cost

You lost people

I lost too

My dogs doin time

Hold onto hope

He got hung by the system

Hung himself by a rope

They won't gon let him see his daughter grow

Now he watchin over her tho

And I jus pray he watchin over his bro

Young Charlie wit the trip-8

THIZZ fase

Head case

Stale face in every photo

Ever since fifth grade

Sharper than a switchblade

Lion hearted

Iron sparkin

Fire startin

Lines in the sidewalk

Crime

Chalk outlines

Body on the steps until the news come

SouthSide

Fistfights

And shit was cool until the cops came

I'll call you back tomorrow

I love you

Make it home safe

I will

I promise

I turned a quarter to a half

Turned a half into a zip

You turned a hoe into a housewife

She took the house and kid

I took a dollar and a dream

And built it bricc by bricc

Thought niggas was tryna build

But the just chipped my shit

But ain't no chip on my shoulder

Now I'm older and colder

I'm sub zero

I'm focused with the mind of a soldier

I hold the dolja

Exhale to release the pressure

I'm measuring every breath

I never feel better

Than in the moment

When I'm rollin

Down the block wit my niggas

Wit a sticc and a roll up

Hold the Glock my nigga

If you see a OPP rollin

Let it pop my nigga

I make windows drop and hop out my nigga

That was then

Now I'm rollin 2 deep in a foreign

Wit baby bro and I'm tourin

And I blow smoke like a chimney

Of course

I'm still Charlie

Still on that bullshit

Wit my cuzins coolin

I be wit blood

I'm boolin

716 from the 804

You already know how it go

And I keep my gun cocked if you try creepin on the low

Don't play me

I'm crazy

America I'm still ya baby

I'm everything you hate

But I'm still great

Charlie Blacc

Young Charlie wit the trip-8

THIZZ fase

Head case

Stale face in every photo

Ever since fifth grade

Sharper than a switchblade

Lion hearted

Iron sparkin

Fire startin

Lines in the sidewalk

Crime

Chalk outlines

Body on the steps until the news come

SouthSide

Fistfights

And shit was cool until the cops came

I'll call you back tomorrow

I love you

Make it home safe

I will

I promise