Chalked Out
Had a bad dream
Some witnesses seen me chalked out
Brains on da floor my niggas had to walk round
We don't even know who did it
But they gone find out
Time out, somebody please go check my mom house
I don't understand if this dream is still a dream
Cuz White tees done turned red over green
Green could be the envy green could be the paper
Over money and power respect ain't gone make up
Wake up niggas gettin baked stackin cake up
End up in a lake (What) the opposite of face up
I done did a lot of dirt
I done hit a lot of thangs
Guess the grim reaper done, finally pulled my fuckin name
Live by it you die by it and that's the fuckin game
Niggas in ya circle the greedious and that's a fuckin shame
From the pavement to a shirt it's all the fuckin same
Now they on the corner, swearin by fuckin name
Good dude this good dude lthat
It's 50/50 that you knew me like that, get the strap
I ain't even here to play wit em
When they find out who did this I hope they put the k to em
A dream is just a vision that you seeing for your self
You got control on most the cards you dealt
Karma still a bitch and bitches always petty
A living nightmare we ain't talkin bout no Freddy, freddy
Ghost like swayze
Roaming round the earth tryna find out who played me
Then give it to em crazy
Philly niggas actin all joe
Like I'm Casey
All my life niggas been tryna replace me
I talk to em
Walk through em
If I could I put the hawk to em
Congruent wit that 45
Niggas show disloyalty before ya eyes
You just got to much love so you don't realize
You don't got and I got imma split the pie
If somebody cause you harm we going eye for eye
Let em not point em out and, watch the drama rise
Now the whole family gotta get it, hella homicides
Tried to be nice but you ain't want that
Spray the whole crib from the v then I spun back
And if eye witness some survivors then I'm news'n em
Front page, gun rage, ya city gone get use to em
They could try to save em but I know they gone be losing em
Movies got em thinking they god shit, confusing em
These niggas got a clue wit em
Don't like the way they movin son
Rome get the strap they the ones
Now we bruisin em
A dream is just a vision that you seeing for your self
You got control on most the cards you dealt
Karma still a bitch and bitches always petty
A living nightmare we ain't talkin bout no Freddy, freddy
Some witnesses seen me chalked out
Brains on da floor my niggas had to walk round
We don't even know who did it
But they gone find out
Time out, somebody please go check my mom house
I don't understand if this dream is still a dream
Cuz White tees done turned red over green
Green could be the envy green could be the paper
Over money and power respect ain't gone make up
Wake up niggas gettin baked stackin cake up
End up in a lake (What) the opposite of face up
I done did a lot of dirt
I done hit a lot of thangs
Guess the grim reaper done, finally pulled my fuckin name
Live by it you die by it and that's the fuckin game
Niggas in ya circle the greedious and that's a fuckin shame
From the pavement to a shirt it's all the fuckin same
Now they on the corner, swearin by fuckin name
Good dude this good dude lthat
It's 50/50 that you knew me like that, get the strap
I ain't even here to play wit em
When they find out who did this I hope they put the k to em
A dream is just a vision that you seeing for your self
You got control on most the cards you dealt
Karma still a bitch and bitches always petty
A living nightmare we ain't talkin bout no Freddy, freddy
Ghost like swayze
Roaming round the earth tryna find out who played me
Then give it to em crazy
Philly niggas actin all joe
Like I'm Casey
All my life niggas been tryna replace me
I talk to em
Walk through em
If I could I put the hawk to em
Congruent wit that 45
Niggas show disloyalty before ya eyes
You just got to much love so you don't realize
You don't got and I got imma split the pie
If somebody cause you harm we going eye for eye
Let em not point em out and, watch the drama rise
Now the whole family gotta get it, hella homicides
Tried to be nice but you ain't want that
Spray the whole crib from the v then I spun back
And if eye witness some survivors then I'm news'n em
Front page, gun rage, ya city gone get use to em
They could try to save em but I know they gone be losing em
Movies got em thinking they god shit, confusing em
These niggas got a clue wit em
Don't like the way they movin son
Rome get the strap they the ones
Now we bruisin em
A dream is just a vision that you seeing for your self
You got control on most the cards you dealt
Karma still a bitch and bitches always petty
A living nightmare we ain't talkin bout no Freddy, freddy
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Writer(s): Travon Mckenzie
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