Chosen (Radio Edit)
Man what the f
So hold this s, this s here say Chosen
Um
By SG Bubba what
Who the f is SG Bubba K
I ain't never heard of no SG Bubba
Man lemme press play on this b right quick
Who got the zig-zag, who got the lighter
Who got the heat that spit flame into fire
Who got the baselines and who got the hooks
Who put his foot in the beats that he cooks
Who got the eses, and OG's all bobbing
Who show up ready and leave yo head throbbing
Who is that negro that speak on what he know
That's me, mi amigo I roll for my people
I'm Chosen and close to exposing
Your chain hang low, but your s ain't really frozen
Same way you rapping
All your s is only half-baked
You got it in ten takes
I got it on my last take
Trust, I learned to never settle on some mid
'Cause when spit hot s, fans simply dont forget so
Baby understand if you rolling with the kid
I don't rap for the radio, I rap 'cause I'm IT h*
Damn, that gotta hit nice
Sent two songs, n you just got a hit twice
F what a bot says I be ill as sickle cell
Sour a haters gonna drown 'em in a pickle well (ugh)
Guess I'm on that petty s
This is not an image n we ain't bout that Getty s
Talk about milestones, I ain't confetti s
'Til we on the yacht baby I can bring the Reddi whip
Who got the zig-zag, who got the lighter
Who got the heat that spit flame into fire
Who got the baselines and who got the hooks
Who put his foot in the beats that he cooks
Who got the eses, and OG's all bobbing
Who show up ready and leave yo head throbbing
Who is that negro that speak on what he know
That's me, mi amigo (uh, uh) I roll for my people
I'm Chosen
Very important ncoming through
'Da V.I.N. on the mic just to bless you
Achoo, when I go to bat you
Don't send a pitcher out
Maybe get a scripture out
And pray I don't sky it
'Till the muthaf hit the clouds
It's cold outside, but I'm still on my street grind
Actin' like straight hair
'Cause I still got that heat shine
Thinking that's a piece rhyme
'Cause I throw the peace sign
Never can tell but I ain't asking to let me shine
Somebody say danger
Shaking up the party Sayre only make bangers
F had me laughing he had thought it's fake anger
Did your momma never tell you how to call the state rangers
And don't talk to strangers, n you don't know me
I can be friendly, but we are NOT homies
This whole world lonely I'ma get what I'ma get
Family, friends, money cause I'm building a conglomerate (b)
Wait hold on man
Hold on-this a- Hoo Hoo
This n said, what he say, him said
Divine, V-I-N very important n coming through
Then him said, him building a c-c-c
Man what the chorus say, what the-the
The chorus, what it say? Who
Who got the zig-zag, who got the lighter
Who got the heat that spit flame into fire
Who got the baselines and who got the hooks
Who put his foot in the beats that he cooks
Who got the eses, and OG's all bobbing
Who show up ready and leave yo head throbbing
Who is that negro that speak on what he know
That's me, mi amigo (uh, uh) I roll for my people
I'm Chosen
So hold this s, this s here say Chosen
Um
By SG Bubba what
Who the f is SG Bubba K
I ain't never heard of no SG Bubba
Man lemme press play on this b right quick
Who got the zig-zag, who got the lighter
Who got the heat that spit flame into fire
Who got the baselines and who got the hooks
Who put his foot in the beats that he cooks
Who got the eses, and OG's all bobbing
Who show up ready and leave yo head throbbing
Who is that negro that speak on what he know
That's me, mi amigo I roll for my people
I'm Chosen and close to exposing
Your chain hang low, but your s ain't really frozen
Same way you rapping
All your s is only half-baked
You got it in ten takes
I got it on my last take
Trust, I learned to never settle on some mid
'Cause when spit hot s, fans simply dont forget so
Baby understand if you rolling with the kid
I don't rap for the radio, I rap 'cause I'm IT h*
Damn, that gotta hit nice
Sent two songs, n you just got a hit twice
F what a bot says I be ill as sickle cell
Sour a haters gonna drown 'em in a pickle well (ugh)
Guess I'm on that petty s
This is not an image n we ain't bout that Getty s
Talk about milestones, I ain't confetti s
'Til we on the yacht baby I can bring the Reddi whip
Who got the zig-zag, who got the lighter
Who got the heat that spit flame into fire
Who got the baselines and who got the hooks
Who put his foot in the beats that he cooks
Who got the eses, and OG's all bobbing
Who show up ready and leave yo head throbbing
Who is that negro that speak on what he know
That's me, mi amigo (uh, uh) I roll for my people
I'm Chosen
Very important ncoming through
'Da V.I.N. on the mic just to bless you
Achoo, when I go to bat you
Don't send a pitcher out
Maybe get a scripture out
And pray I don't sky it
'Till the muthaf hit the clouds
It's cold outside, but I'm still on my street grind
Actin' like straight hair
'Cause I still got that heat shine
Thinking that's a piece rhyme
'Cause I throw the peace sign
Never can tell but I ain't asking to let me shine
Somebody say danger
Shaking up the party Sayre only make bangers
F had me laughing he had thought it's fake anger
Did your momma never tell you how to call the state rangers
And don't talk to strangers, n you don't know me
I can be friendly, but we are NOT homies
This whole world lonely I'ma get what I'ma get
Family, friends, money cause I'm building a conglomerate (b)
Wait hold on man
Hold on-this a- Hoo Hoo
This n said, what he say, him said
Divine, V-I-N very important n coming through
Then him said, him building a c-c-c
Man what the chorus say, what the-the
The chorus, what it say? Who
Who got the zig-zag, who got the lighter
Who got the heat that spit flame into fire
Who got the baselines and who got the hooks
Who put his foot in the beats that he cooks
Who got the eses, and OG's all bobbing
Who show up ready and leave yo head throbbing
Who is that negro that speak on what he know
That's me, mi amigo (uh, uh) I roll for my people
I'm Chosen
Credits
Writer(s): Sayre Kelly
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