December
It's still Big C, bitch
So, what the fuck is up?
Gotta run it 'bout some shit after I get my dick sucked
I was laying on her thugging
Really pressing me a freak
'Til I heard some bullshit in the middle of the street
I woke up and saw a nigga sleeping on my yard
His face, I didn't know, suppose he's a victim
Evict him off my lawn
Talking 'bout the niggas
I was in my boxers eating cereal, DM'ing bitches
When this nigga outside get to waving his knives
Me and my brothers scatter backward, we ain't fear for 'nun
Go around back, lead him away, I'm going grab the gun
Come back outside
Broad danger, son
I seen an Altima pass but the damage was done
'Cause I ain't playing with 'nun
'Cause I ain't playing with son
Construction workers yelling out
That nigga spraying a gun
I called the police on myself
Ain't no more chipping and run
I'm on Monterrey
7-0-8-1-5 me, son
This the hottest December
I'm on a record with sums
What's up?
Say
Chalk him on out
We gotta see
We going see what that's 'bout
Niggas stunting
Well gon' and raw his ass out
Just bent the corner
Finna scoop you up now
Say
Chalk him on out
We gotta see
We going see what that's 'bout
Niggas stunting
Well gon' and raw his ass out
Just bent the corner
Finna scoop you up now
I wake up and help my mama
She was running some errands
Probably running by Aaron's to pay off some loans
Took a detour through my hood
The leaves was colored wood
December was hot
I could smell the tar laying
I can hear Death playing with trumpets
I feel raw
Sensitive to touchy subjects, I'm like
Aww
Coming down Monterrey I seen a flash of light
Seen him take a few steps then a flash of life
Seen the flame fly off the chopper, delicate strike
By the end of the night I'll be haunted for life
17 thinking I'ma die before
I get to see the galore
Of all the money and hoes
Accolades and awards
And even my first born
This nigga died dos days before the Christmas, Lord
I know I'm scorned
Say
Chalk him on out
We gotta see
We going see what that's 'bout
Niggas stunting
Well gon' and raw his ass out
Just bent the corner
Finna scoop you up now
Now understand
If you're Caleb right now
This is terrifying
This is not just peer pressure
He's not just scared about
Not being invited to the party this week
He's not just scared that the people at lunchtime
At work won't sit with him at lunch
He's worried about his life
So, what the fuck is up?
Gotta run it 'bout some shit after I get my dick sucked
I was laying on her thugging
Really pressing me a freak
'Til I heard some bullshit in the middle of the street
I woke up and saw a nigga sleeping on my yard
His face, I didn't know, suppose he's a victim
Evict him off my lawn
Talking 'bout the niggas
I was in my boxers eating cereal, DM'ing bitches
When this nigga outside get to waving his knives
Me and my brothers scatter backward, we ain't fear for 'nun
Go around back, lead him away, I'm going grab the gun
Come back outside
Broad danger, son
I seen an Altima pass but the damage was done
'Cause I ain't playing with 'nun
'Cause I ain't playing with son
Construction workers yelling out
That nigga spraying a gun
I called the police on myself
Ain't no more chipping and run
I'm on Monterrey
7-0-8-1-5 me, son
This the hottest December
I'm on a record with sums
What's up?
Say
Chalk him on out
We gotta see
We going see what that's 'bout
Niggas stunting
Well gon' and raw his ass out
Just bent the corner
Finna scoop you up now
Say
Chalk him on out
We gotta see
We going see what that's 'bout
Niggas stunting
Well gon' and raw his ass out
Just bent the corner
Finna scoop you up now
I wake up and help my mama
She was running some errands
Probably running by Aaron's to pay off some loans
Took a detour through my hood
The leaves was colored wood
December was hot
I could smell the tar laying
I can hear Death playing with trumpets
I feel raw
Sensitive to touchy subjects, I'm like
Aww
Coming down Monterrey I seen a flash of light
Seen him take a few steps then a flash of life
Seen the flame fly off the chopper, delicate strike
By the end of the night I'll be haunted for life
17 thinking I'ma die before
I get to see the galore
Of all the money and hoes
Accolades and awards
And even my first born
This nigga died dos days before the Christmas, Lord
I know I'm scorned
Say
Chalk him on out
We gotta see
We going see what that's 'bout
Niggas stunting
Well gon' and raw his ass out
Just bent the corner
Finna scoop you up now
Now understand
If you're Caleb right now
This is terrifying
This is not just peer pressure
He's not just scared about
Not being invited to the party this week
He's not just scared that the people at lunchtime
At work won't sit with him at lunch
He's worried about his life
Credits
Writer(s): John Wesley Groover, Michael Cox, Caleb Brown, Jeremiah Chris Marshall
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