Chosen One
Catch me leaning like I'm weak or sum
Got my gang in case you tweak or sum got the baddest woman on my hip
Rollin up back to back nigga fuck a zip
Walk with a sixth sense liquor toxin got me bent pockets
Got me with a limp bullets hit up residence I'm riding with a murder sense
I'm picture perfect steady splurging remy got me swerving
I'm in love with my shorty hold Benji's and 40's I'm geekin nigga that's for certain
Winning pray everyday cause I'm sinning all that's obtained isn't given
Lace up my boots savage nigga on the loose niggas hating or pretending
These niggas know that I'm bout it
These niggas jealous yeah probably
Dripping with Sauce like I'm Dex
Killing off rookies I'm violent
I'ma veteran pussy niggas who I'm severing who the fuck is you pressuring
Young cocky nigga flow perfected and excellent sippin syrup not for medicine
Been Feeling nauseous heavy dose or sum
Never ever been a hoe or nothing
Gotta get it I won't go for nothing
Got the feeling I'm the chosen one
Green jackets for the holes in one keep on trying put a hole in one
Niggas dying yeah they 0 for 1 stop the Lyin for we fracture sum
Not everything that glitters is golden
So I'm tryna get bread and stay focused
I maneuver the whip like it's stolen
I feel a nigga was chosen
This life was made for us to be broken
But that ain't my motto and I hope you rappers can duck whatever that I'm totin'
Crack the seal leave it open
Tired of playing so mask up
Already told them to bag up
Wait till a nigga get his cash up
It's gon hit these niggas like a Mac truck
I promise numbers gonna add up
But what you tellin doesn't add up niggas round
You dawg bad luck can't be in my circle my niggas might hurt and
Bet that I'm playing for keeps bitch
Punch you right out your sneaks bitch
Tongue never bit I don't sneak diss
Gas in my system unique mist
Pack baron Corbin catch a deep six rolled up that orange with a mean twist
When I'm around niggas seem sick Hennessy sipper not a good a mixture
Like these niggas falling in love with strippers
Niggas be thinking I'm rapping too much
Get in tune with life you trapping too much
Hitting this blunt got me gasping and such entended the strap and it's packing a punch
Hop in the booth like what's for lunch
Niggas ain't solid I'm being honest felicity knowledge I don't need a stylist bitch
Got my gang in case you tweak or sum got the baddest woman on my hip
Rollin up back to back nigga fuck a zip
Walk with a sixth sense liquor toxin got me bent pockets
Got me with a limp bullets hit up residence I'm riding with a murder sense
I'm picture perfect steady splurging remy got me swerving
I'm in love with my shorty hold Benji's and 40's I'm geekin nigga that's for certain
Winning pray everyday cause I'm sinning all that's obtained isn't given
Lace up my boots savage nigga on the loose niggas hating or pretending
These niggas know that I'm bout it
These niggas jealous yeah probably
Dripping with Sauce like I'm Dex
Killing off rookies I'm violent
I'ma veteran pussy niggas who I'm severing who the fuck is you pressuring
Young cocky nigga flow perfected and excellent sippin syrup not for medicine
Been Feeling nauseous heavy dose or sum
Never ever been a hoe or nothing
Gotta get it I won't go for nothing
Got the feeling I'm the chosen one
Green jackets for the holes in one keep on trying put a hole in one
Niggas dying yeah they 0 for 1 stop the Lyin for we fracture sum
Not everything that glitters is golden
So I'm tryna get bread and stay focused
I maneuver the whip like it's stolen
I feel a nigga was chosen
This life was made for us to be broken
But that ain't my motto and I hope you rappers can duck whatever that I'm totin'
Crack the seal leave it open
Tired of playing so mask up
Already told them to bag up
Wait till a nigga get his cash up
It's gon hit these niggas like a Mac truck
I promise numbers gonna add up
But what you tellin doesn't add up niggas round
You dawg bad luck can't be in my circle my niggas might hurt and
Bet that I'm playing for keeps bitch
Punch you right out your sneaks bitch
Tongue never bit I don't sneak diss
Gas in my system unique mist
Pack baron Corbin catch a deep six rolled up that orange with a mean twist
When I'm around niggas seem sick Hennessy sipper not a good a mixture
Like these niggas falling in love with strippers
Niggas be thinking I'm rapping too much
Get in tune with life you trapping too much
Hitting this blunt got me gasping and such entended the strap and it's packing a punch
Hop in the booth like what's for lunch
Niggas ain't solid I'm being honest felicity knowledge I don't need a stylist bitch
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Writer(s): Dequan Brown
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