Chosen One (feat. Jiggy Germ)
They just want to fuck my focus up (Nah)
Stripping off these clothes don't mean I want to open up (Nah)
She be fussing she complaining every link that I don't show her love (Nah)
But still they do me right cause I'm the chosen one (Nah)
They keep complaining, I confess that I don't show em' love
Even though they know it's facts, they keep on showing up
Pretty women getting aggy', she fuck the motion up
All these niggas hatin' on me cause i'm the chosen one
Everybody getting at me cause' i'm the chosen one
I'ma count these bands, look in the mirror say I'm chosen one
When you get favor money, niggas act as if you owe em one
Brought the Benz to swerve, but I wanted more than one
Mama want that crib up on the hill, I gotta get her one
They thought I would fail, but I came back with that foreign
They thought I was crying, I was really cutting onions
When they said you was hot, they was talking hot garbage
Sliding in ya bitch nigga, sort of like margarine
They just want to fuck my focus up (Nah)
Stripping off these clothes don't mean I want to open up (Nah)
She be fussing she complaining every link that I don't show her love (Nah)
But still they do me right cause I'm the chosen one (Nah)
They keep complaining, I confess that I don't show em' love
Even though they know it's facts, they keep on showing up
Pretty women getting aggy', she fuck the motion up
All these niggas hatin' on me cause i'm the chosen one
Everybody getting at me cause' i'm the chosen one
All these niggas trying to tell me how to reach goals (Preach)
I cannot recall the last time that they shit went gold (No)
The game ain't to be taught boy it was just meant to be sold (Preach)
I move like my paper nigga cause I never fold
I don't need no antidote (No)
This solitude turn me into a different animal (Woah)
I give up my money and my power not my soul
Cause I need an EZ Pass just cause I can't dodge the toll
Calling my phone I ain't pickin' up
Too busy gettin' this chicken up
Find me a moment I pick it up
I ain't got time for no kiddish love
I just got time for a kiss and fuck
A city of racks you envision us
Bring you to the bars like a prison bus
Flauntin' the life they ain't get to love
I can help you fix it up
Ooh (Uh, yea yea)
If money had a voice it would say it's true (Uh, yea yea)
Smoking gun, I'm the chosen one
Stripping off these clothes don't mean I want to open up (Nah)
She be fussing she complaining every link that I don't show her love (Nah)
But still they do me right cause I'm the chosen one (Nah)
They keep complaining, I confess that I don't show em' love
Even though they know it's facts, they keep on showing up
Pretty women getting aggy', she fuck the motion up
All these niggas hatin' on me cause i'm the chosen one
Everybody getting at me cause' i'm the chosen one
I'ma count these bands, look in the mirror say I'm chosen one
When you get favor money, niggas act as if you owe em one
Brought the Benz to swerve, but I wanted more than one
Mama want that crib up on the hill, I gotta get her one
They thought I would fail, but I came back with that foreign
They thought I was crying, I was really cutting onions
When they said you was hot, they was talking hot garbage
Sliding in ya bitch nigga, sort of like margarine
They just want to fuck my focus up (Nah)
Stripping off these clothes don't mean I want to open up (Nah)
She be fussing she complaining every link that I don't show her love (Nah)
But still they do me right cause I'm the chosen one (Nah)
They keep complaining, I confess that I don't show em' love
Even though they know it's facts, they keep on showing up
Pretty women getting aggy', she fuck the motion up
All these niggas hatin' on me cause i'm the chosen one
Everybody getting at me cause' i'm the chosen one
All these niggas trying to tell me how to reach goals (Preach)
I cannot recall the last time that they shit went gold (No)
The game ain't to be taught boy it was just meant to be sold (Preach)
I move like my paper nigga cause I never fold
I don't need no antidote (No)
This solitude turn me into a different animal (Woah)
I give up my money and my power not my soul
Cause I need an EZ Pass just cause I can't dodge the toll
Calling my phone I ain't pickin' up
Too busy gettin' this chicken up
Find me a moment I pick it up
I ain't got time for no kiddish love
I just got time for a kiss and fuck
A city of racks you envision us
Bring you to the bars like a prison bus
Flauntin' the life they ain't get to love
I can help you fix it up
Ooh (Uh, yea yea)
If money had a voice it would say it's true (Uh, yea yea)
Smoking gun, I'm the chosen one
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Writer(s): Sekou Earl Diane
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