Any Given Sunday Chetta

[Verse 1]
I ain't walking while their talking
I am walking while im talking
Situations get exhausted
Conversations turn to sparking
Let the pavement get the chocking, you body catch the coffin
I seen this way too often but shit had been regardless
Painting pictures with your blood, think i made a masterpiece
Bout it bout it with the slug, think i may be Master P
Pull up on you in the tank, seen a sin inside of me
Fuck you think i work this hard
So you can take whats owe to me
Obviously, they dont wanna let me live
Keep doubting me
Its okay, its alright, i see the fake behind their teeth
Heard they talk behind my back, won't ever see what i believe
They dont answer to my call, and they dont listen when i speak

[Chorus]
Everything okay, just a homicide on Sunday
Got no faith just another sin on a Sunday
Leave no grave, just a missing body in a Sunday
Leave no trace, just another victim in a Sunday
Everything okay, just a homicide on Sunday
Got no faith just another sin on a Sunday
Leave no grave, just a missing body in a Sunday
Leave no trace, just another victim in a Sunday