Choices
Just a lonely stoner, had some cuddy buddies
But, I cut em off, when she said she loved me
I put trust in her, babies in her tummy
Cover her biggest bills, I let her keep her money
Before the rap dreams, she use to sleep on me
Her last nigga left, I couldn't blame homie
She hard to deal with but, I see potential
She want that real shit, how coincidental
Cause I got that, got this
Brand new six, leave the scene with a real one
Went from Michael Kors watches to Rolexes, the real ones
You get a new gift everytime I get a deal done
We from Chiraq, where niggas come thru and they drill some
The city crazy but, for some reason we still love it
I got a penthouse with a perfect view of the skyline
But, you was with me in the basement on the westside
I knew I had it then
I know you think I know my chances slim
But, I get in where I fit in
Been texting all day, I gotta handle business
You want a nigga that's rich and busy and free and broke
I got all the time in the world, ain't got no money tho
I know you wanna do Monclers when you in the snow
Even players fuck up but, you know how it goes
You wanna cry on the bus or in a Rolls... Royce
Life is all about Choices
Life is all about Choices baby
You keep choosing me, must be crazy
But if they ask me, "Who I chose?", Imma always choose you
Yeah
If they ask me, "Who I chose?", Imma always choose you
True
Once I made it out the neighborhood, I gave em hope
I ain't no ordinary nigga, I just hope you know
You talking down on my name, I know you a hoe
I'm fresh to death, so when they see me it's like they seen a ghost
It ain't St. Patrick's Day but, we get green then we toast
I sip tequila, broski pourin' his lean up
If I ever fall, you just the shoulder I would lean on
I hope you got some friends like you so, I can put my team on
And put yo hands to the constellation
The way you look should be a sin but, Imma still send my location
I know you way too drunk to drive, I got your Uber waiting
Anybody can get touched but, we moving safely
I see the devil in yo eye, so i'm staying prayed up
I use to rap lies, all this shit I made up
Now I really got this shit, so i'm so grateful
You the bitch I always wanted: freaky and you faithful
Life is all about Choices
Life is all about Choices baby
You keep choosing me, must be crazy
But if they ask me, "Who I chose?", Imma always choose you
Yeah
If they ask me, "Who I chose?", Imma always choose you
True
But, I cut em off, when she said she loved me
I put trust in her, babies in her tummy
Cover her biggest bills, I let her keep her money
Before the rap dreams, she use to sleep on me
Her last nigga left, I couldn't blame homie
She hard to deal with but, I see potential
She want that real shit, how coincidental
Cause I got that, got this
Brand new six, leave the scene with a real one
Went from Michael Kors watches to Rolexes, the real ones
You get a new gift everytime I get a deal done
We from Chiraq, where niggas come thru and they drill some
The city crazy but, for some reason we still love it
I got a penthouse with a perfect view of the skyline
But, you was with me in the basement on the westside
I knew I had it then
I know you think I know my chances slim
But, I get in where I fit in
Been texting all day, I gotta handle business
You want a nigga that's rich and busy and free and broke
I got all the time in the world, ain't got no money tho
I know you wanna do Monclers when you in the snow
Even players fuck up but, you know how it goes
You wanna cry on the bus or in a Rolls... Royce
Life is all about Choices
Life is all about Choices baby
You keep choosing me, must be crazy
But if they ask me, "Who I chose?", Imma always choose you
Yeah
If they ask me, "Who I chose?", Imma always choose you
True
Once I made it out the neighborhood, I gave em hope
I ain't no ordinary nigga, I just hope you know
You talking down on my name, I know you a hoe
I'm fresh to death, so when they see me it's like they seen a ghost
It ain't St. Patrick's Day but, we get green then we toast
I sip tequila, broski pourin' his lean up
If I ever fall, you just the shoulder I would lean on
I hope you got some friends like you so, I can put my team on
And put yo hands to the constellation
The way you look should be a sin but, Imma still send my location
I know you way too drunk to drive, I got your Uber waiting
Anybody can get touched but, we moving safely
I see the devil in yo eye, so i'm staying prayed up
I use to rap lies, all this shit I made up
Now I really got this shit, so i'm so grateful
You the bitch I always wanted: freaky and you faithful
Life is all about Choices
Life is all about Choices baby
You keep choosing me, must be crazy
But if they ask me, "Who I chose?", Imma always choose you
Yeah
If they ask me, "Who I chose?", Imma always choose you
True
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Writer(s): Donald Pullen, Matt Moleta
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