Chosen
Pull some of that bass out, Bruce
I'm in this cell, I know I'm wasting my potential
Murder got my vision cloudy, really fuckin' up my mental
I should be out there going up, but I'm in central
I should be in the booth, but instead, I'm in this rental
Tryna bag some, this 40 my essential
Pullin' skits inside a foreign, bitch, we slidin' out this Benzo
If I really want you gone, I'm sliding with that trey special
Fill him up with all lead, I ain't have to use a pencil
Some say I'm chosen, others say I have a gift
So why the fuck my dad get killed and I got left stuck in the six?
I seen it all, so I'm forever clutching sticks
Let a pussy try to play, he gon' see I ain't no bitch
We steppin' out, big cannon, lil' nigga tryna bag some
How the fuck is you a killer? You ain't bag none
Paranoid, I go to sleep with my handgun
You ain't never hopped out with a Magnum
And let me stop before they hit me with conspiracy
Remember we was starvin', robbin' niggas for they currency
Ay, fuck the opps, ain't sparin' shit, ain't got no sympathy
Been slayin' them for years
I know they wish they could get rid of me
Ay, pussy nigga, scary bitches still ain't took a life
Soon as they took my dad, I started trippin' with a loaded 9
You know what happened, never mind, bitch, I ain't gotta say it
If you was in my shoes, then I promise you would do the same
I'm in this cell, I know I'm wasting my potential
Murder got my vision cloudy, really fuckin' up my mental
I should be out there going up, but I'm in central
I should be in the booth, but instead I'm in this rental
Tryna bag some, this 40 my essential
Pullin' skits inside a foreign, bitch, we slidin' out this Benzo
If I really want you gone, I'm sliding with that trey special
Fill him up with all lead, I ain't have to use a pencil
Fill him up with all lead, doctor seen him and said, "All bad"
Ain't turnin' shit down, the sucker side niggas all wack
Ain't beefin' over pussy, matter fact, somethin' we all had
Strictly no pass, if we smash, then we all gassed
For all of mines, I'll let yours, bitch, it's strictly brothers
I was raised by cold killers, I still love my mother
She tried her best, I would never pick another
I remember asking God, "Why the fuck we gotta suffer?"
Why me? I know this something nobody deserve
Most my life was straight pain, every day feeling hurt
I know I gotta go to hell for all the niggas I served
We masked up, baggin' shit, looking just like the Purge
It's real life, but on the gang, we steady livin' like a movie
She heard Peysoh in the room, watch how fast these bitches choosey
I ain't even wanna hit, her pussy smellin' like some sushi
Fuckin' back to back tens every time I link with Rucci
I'm in this cell, I know I'm wasting my potential
Murder got my vision cloudy, really fuckin' up my mental
I should be out there going up, but I'm in central
I should be in the booth, but instead I'm in this rental
Tryna bag some, this 40 my essential
Pullin' skits inside a foreign, bitch, we slidin' out this Benzo
If I really want you gone, I'm sliding with that trey special
Fill him up with all lead, I ain't have to use a pencil
I'm in this cell, I know I'm wasting my potential
Murder got my vision cloudy, really fuckin' up my mental
I should be out there going up, but I'm in central
I should be in the booth, but instead, I'm in this rental
Tryna bag some, this 40 my essential
Pullin' skits inside a foreign, bitch, we slidin' out this Benzo
If I really want you gone, I'm sliding with that trey special
Fill him up with all lead, I ain't have to use a pencil
Some say I'm chosen, others say I have a gift
So why the fuck my dad get killed and I got left stuck in the six?
I seen it all, so I'm forever clutching sticks
Let a pussy try to play, he gon' see I ain't no bitch
We steppin' out, big cannon, lil' nigga tryna bag some
How the fuck is you a killer? You ain't bag none
Paranoid, I go to sleep with my handgun
You ain't never hopped out with a Magnum
And let me stop before they hit me with conspiracy
Remember we was starvin', robbin' niggas for they currency
Ay, fuck the opps, ain't sparin' shit, ain't got no sympathy
Been slayin' them for years
I know they wish they could get rid of me
Ay, pussy nigga, scary bitches still ain't took a life
Soon as they took my dad, I started trippin' with a loaded 9
You know what happened, never mind, bitch, I ain't gotta say it
If you was in my shoes, then I promise you would do the same
I'm in this cell, I know I'm wasting my potential
Murder got my vision cloudy, really fuckin' up my mental
I should be out there going up, but I'm in central
I should be in the booth, but instead I'm in this rental
Tryna bag some, this 40 my essential
Pullin' skits inside a foreign, bitch, we slidin' out this Benzo
If I really want you gone, I'm sliding with that trey special
Fill him up with all lead, I ain't have to use a pencil
Fill him up with all lead, doctor seen him and said, "All bad"
Ain't turnin' shit down, the sucker side niggas all wack
Ain't beefin' over pussy, matter fact, somethin' we all had
Strictly no pass, if we smash, then we all gassed
For all of mines, I'll let yours, bitch, it's strictly brothers
I was raised by cold killers, I still love my mother
She tried her best, I would never pick another
I remember asking God, "Why the fuck we gotta suffer?"
Why me? I know this something nobody deserve
Most my life was straight pain, every day feeling hurt
I know I gotta go to hell for all the niggas I served
We masked up, baggin' shit, looking just like the Purge
It's real life, but on the gang, we steady livin' like a movie
She heard Peysoh in the room, watch how fast these bitches choosey
I ain't even wanna hit, her pussy smellin' like some sushi
Fuckin' back to back tens every time I link with Rucci
I'm in this cell, I know I'm wasting my potential
Murder got my vision cloudy, really fuckin' up my mental
I should be out there going up, but I'm in central
I should be in the booth, but instead I'm in this rental
Tryna bag some, this 40 my essential
Pullin' skits inside a foreign, bitch, we slidin' out this Benzo
If I really want you gone, I'm sliding with that trey special
Fill him up with all lead, I ain't have to use a pencil
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Writer(s): Henry Brandeberry, Diego Macias
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