The Chosen One

Had to get it on my own
Had to get it all alone
Ain't nobody pick up the phone
When I was out here all alone
In the rain, skin and bones
I was the chosen one all along

Niggas already made it if you let these niggas tell it
Stack them racks up steady for that solid gold presi
I ain't bussin down no package nigga ima wholesale it
Police on a nigga I just let my hoes sell it
Gotta stay out my way wit all that goofy shit, baby
Monto stay wit me you know that boy a temp baby
Ain't no boujie shit I came from smoking skimps, baby
And I don't drop no salt don't wanna talk bout him, baby
I don't drop no salt don't block no shot attempt, baby
Ima drop my top you know I'm smoking wayne brady
I don't got no opps just got a couple niggas hating
A couple hand shakes, and a couple smiling faces
I seen that shit a mile away
I had a couple plays on file today
At the bnb, 40 by the microwave
Book bag couple ps of that wedding cake
I got some young niggas that's gone make it shake
Want that bag right now you bet not make em wait
Take ya plates
Fadeaway
That's that Micheal j
Book bag full of cash and a couple Micheal js
Had to get it on my own
I think my mama see no wrong in her son, but he grown
He been juuging on that phone
Living right, living wrong
I was the chosen one all along

Had to get it on my own
Had to get it all alone
Ain't nobody pick up the phone
When I was out here all alone
In the rain, skin and bones
I was the chosen one all along