Black Chalk

*radio voice*
Nanostorm
Is in effect

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I made sure it was mine
Made sure it was money
Made sure it was mine
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Black on black glowing
And still growing
Yeah
Tracks on tracks loaded
We still stroking
Yeah
Hats on hats, nigga
I’m never owing
My back broken
With cracked shoulders
From rap culture
Wanna rock like me?
Learn to enjoy yourself
Tryna walk like me?
You gonna destroy yourself
Tryna boss like me?
Need to employ yourself
Wanna saucе like me?
You get it for yoursеlf

[Hook]
Numb brain
Digging these records
Flipping my change
Young cave-dweller
Be smoking and spitting flames
Six by the three
What I’m repping until I fade
Ill street niggas is living like it’s a game
Lead rocking corners
Who dead? Who got away?
Black on black crimes
The same as back in the day
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Unh
Gotta get mines
Until I’m fading away
Yams in my pot
Cook that shit up
Serve it up hot
To my family and my kinnin’
Dollar in my pocket
Stack that shit up
Put it on my mama
Stack that shit up
Yeah, nigga

[Verse 2 (Blake Anthony & F R E S H)]

[Blake Anthony]
Same old shit
Define patience
Water, weed, wine
My nigga we on basics
Top City scribe
My vision be on lasik

[F R E S H]
Yeah
Real niggas thrive off living
No fugazi shit
Minor or major moves
I cruise, ten on the pavement
Check in with curbed dudes
No news, collect my payment
Then I bounce, then I’m gone
Yeah, I’m outtie
Hit the stu, cook up this new
They know about him
Nike shoes, checks full of blues
Don’t even count it
Back on full, acting a fool
You know I’m childish
Can’t wait to see the day I’m Damon Wayans, shit
Major Payne-ing shit
Campaigning with the gang
And we coming
For the rings, my nigga
Like Drake said
Really big things, my nigga
I’m in the booth
Cooking the crack
To feed the fiends, my nigga
Not just the block
I put the Top on scene, my nigga
Stop it

[Hook]
Numb brain
Digging these records
Flipping my change
Young cave-dweller
Be smoking and spitting flames
Six by the three
What I’m repping until I fade
Ill street niggas is living like it’s a game
Lead rocking corners
Who dead? Who got away?
Black on black crimes
The same as back in the day
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Unh
Gotta get mines
Until I’m fading away
Yams in my pot
Cook that shit up
Serve it up hot
To my family and my kinnin’
Dollar in my pocket
Stack that shit up
Put it on my mama
Stack that shit up
Yeah, nigga

Dollar in my pocket
Stack that shit up
Put it on my mama
Stack that shit up
Yeah, nigga

*beat switch*

*phone voice*
Hey, this is Talaya
And you’re listening to
The Nanostorm
On Star Stereo