Chalkzone

Who's got the chalk? KiD's got the chalk Who's got the chalk? KiD's got the chalk Said who's got the chalk? KiD's got the chalk Huh, Yeah, Yeah Came to rock the boat, why my flow so wavy Speaking country grammar cause Atlanta made me Wasn't supposed to make it I'm the Dirty South rebel Taking flight like an angel, but got watch for the devil My lyrics hot as the hell, but you know the heavens sent it Tryna teach the kings to own the block instead of rent it I ain't got a lot but the KiD ain't finished Till I pull off in the foreign with windows tinted But I ain't here to flex the people tired of that Fell in love with the arts, I'm perfecting my craft On the road to greatness only cause of my truth Can't deny the passion coming out of the booth But, some people trade their life for a bankroll Gave up on passion for the pesos Found mine and I'm still getting paid hoe Keeping it real why I still getting plays though Made it by being myself, huh I can't be nobody else, huh Prodigy with some dreams Of being the best but not for the C.R.E.A.M I was born alone, imma die alone Got royalty in my chromosomes Going down as the self-made artist Who made it on top by working the hardest KiD's got the chalk I think these niggas mad Walking what I'm talking Got these lil rappers looking sad Fell in love with this high And it ain't no going back Writing verses with this chalk Now the KiD's in his bag KiD's got the chalk I think these niggas mad Walking what I'm talking Got these lil rappers looking sad Fell in love with this high And it ain't no going back Writing verses with this chalk Now the KiD's in his bag Since a youngin, eighteen meant going to college Momma and Dad wanted me to get knowledge Now I'm a teacher my life is bout lessons Where good and bad days are a blessing I was six years old, putting Picasso to shame But who cares about art, when school's pimping my brain Carrot on a stick, but they call it success Dangled right in my face while I'm buried in debt Born gifted with talent that's undeniable Murder every beat but not liable Found my own way out the struggle Imagination helped hustle Got sore for the muscles Made it in college no huddle Pressure my bae and we cuddle I'm chasing the life that I'm destined By climbing a ladder of blessings Dying to live while they living to die Hate can't reach me, stars live in the sky Making my mark, the world is my canvas Using my art, not boxed in like Kansas Live out the life made for you Heart is the only thing that'll stay true Don't follow the money, and things than gleam Just be who you are... and follow your dreams KiD's got the chalk I think these niggas mad Walking what I'm talking Got these lil rappers looking sad Fell in love with this high And it ain't no going back I'm writing verses with this chalk Now the KiD's in his bag KiD's got the chalk I think these niggas mad Walking what I'm talking Got these lil rappers looking sad Fell in love with this high And it ain't no going back I'm writing verses with this chalk Now the KiD's in his bag Follow your dreams You killing me smalls Follow your dreams