White Crow - Chalk (Intro)

Im on the throne
So they beg and they plead
Im like the breeze
So cold to the bone
That I'm making them freeze
I hold the keys
To open them doors
And then bring in the cheese
Stacking the weed
Stacking the green
Causing a racket
And making a scene
Making it happen
For me and my team
We snatching our dreams
Cream of the crop
Believe it or not
Rise from the bottom
To reach for the top
They tossing the rotten
So straighten your stalk
Or you'll get forgotten
The rest of the flock
Is just trying to be seen
So bright that they gleam
Gotta shine brighter
If you want the things
Like drinking a sprite
On rectangular screens
We snatching our dreams
Bitch imma goat
Watch while I float
I can go over any thing I want
Im an adult
I row the boat
Controlling the stream
By building up my moat
Im deep in my zone
Fuck being kosher
Throw a knife in the toaster
Then its over
See I told ya
Theres no point in challenging me
Cause I'm feening for torture
Believing is seeing
Don't need an endorsement
Im the king of the corpses
Let the battle begin
Imma win cause force is
Making me stay on my course
Imma rise like a forklift
No more dying of boredom
Life is so gorgeous
Wasting no time
Cause my mind is enormous
Life gives you limes
Just to turn them to oranges
Not fucking important
Nothing matters but getting my name on the Forbes list
So I can live in a fortress
Avoiding the mob that be lighting their torches
They scared of the sorcery
The lyrics I spit
Make the feared come before me
Shaking the earth
No way you can ignore me
Beginning, the middle, the end of the story
Y'all fucking annoying
Y'all wishing I'd kick in the bucket
Like I've had enough
Of this life as a fucking majority
Aint no changing the subject
The water is muddy but imma be up in the morning
Cause aint nothing can stop me
Achieving my dreams
In reality I'm the authority
Y'all beginning to bore me
Im on the throne
So they beg and they plead
Im like the breeze
So cold to the bone
That I'm making them freeze
I hold the keys
To open them doors
And then bring in the cheese
Stacking the weed
Stacking the green
Causing a racket
And making a scene
Making it happen
For me and my team
We snatching our dreams
Cream of the crop
Believe it or not
Rise from the bottom
To reach for the top
They tossing the rotten
So straighten your stalk
Or you'll get forgotten
The rest of the flock
Is just trying to be seen
So bright that they gleam
Gotta shine brighter
If you want the things
Like drinking a sprite
On rectangular screens
We snatching our dreams

Written by:
Skylar Marse

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