CHOSEN ONE (feat. K Smizz)
They ask me why I be bussin' these shots, and I tell 'em I do it for fun
Yeah I was gone for a minute, I'm back and now I'm on yo head like a bun
All these rappers better chill 'cos they don't even know what I'm capable of
And all these niggas is my sons, I tell em what I need handled and it's done
They ask me why I be stuntin' on niggas, I tell 'em I do what I want
I got my hittas, they stay in the back of me, promise I don't gotta front
Niggas be spittin', I'm thinkin' its funny, but you can save all of your puns
You can't never tell me nun (Hold on, yuh)
They know I'm the chosen one (Hold on, Hold on, yuh)
Chosen one, bitch I'm Yours Truly
Making music is my call of duty
Double back 'cos you see the new me
Niggas faking, they can never fool me
Top Dawg shit, I been making hits
Won't stop, even when a nigga rich
Gettin' money, give a fuck about a bitch
Niggas pillow talkin', we can get 'em hit
Me and Ju, boy we goin' to the top
Steppin' wit da music, gotta keep it hot
Big Boss Shit, I be callin' shots
Play wit fam, guarantee u gettin' popped
Get the money then they wanna be ya friend
Claimin' you was blood, nigga we ain't kin
No Fake Love, stand on all 10
Nigga run up playing, we gon' spin a bin
I'm a triple threat, bitch I'm ready set, I don't gotta flex
They tryna see if I got this in the bag yet
Always on ya neck, you get no respect, that's a bet'
Man I got some checks that I ain't even cash yet
They used to call me 'Bubbles' cos I used to pop shit
Got hella praise and I don't even gotta drop shit
Not an alarm, but they thinking that they clock shit
Call me Rocky, I'm the one that knock 'em out the box quick
When I step in the booth
Niggas be shook when I do what I do
How you hate me but watch my every move
Call me Drako, cos I'm actin' a fool
Breaking records like a Kit-Kat, I will never sit back
Rappers want the smoke, I tell 'em come into the kickback
Snatchin' niggas chains, you will never get that shit back
And all these niggas want me cos I'm everything they bitch lack (Yuh)
Try to understand
Understand I'll always be the hardest by popular demand
Keep talkin' shit till you realize that I will never give a damn
You will always be a fan
Try to make me fall
And I'll be the only one standin'
They ask me why I be bussin' these shots, and I tell 'em I do it for fun
Yeah I was gone for a minute, I'm back and now I'm on yo head like a bun
All these rappers better chill 'cos they don't even know what I'm capable of
And all these niggas is my sons, I tell em what I need handled and it's done
They ask me why I be stuntin' on niggas, I tell 'em I do what I want
I got my hittas, they stay in the back of me, promise I don't gotta front
Niggas be spittin', I'm thinkin' its funny, but you can save all of your puns
You can't never tell me nun
They know I'm the chosen one
They ask me why I be stuntin' on niggas, I tell 'em I do what I want
I got my hittas, they stay in the back of me, promise I don't gotta front
Niggas be spittin', I'm thinkin' its funny, but you can save all of your puns
You can't never tell me nun
They know I'm the chosen one
Yeah I was gone for a minute, I'm back and now I'm on yo head like a bun
All these rappers better chill 'cos they don't even know what I'm capable of
And all these niggas is my sons, I tell em what I need handled and it's done
They ask me why I be stuntin' on niggas, I tell 'em I do what I want
I got my hittas, they stay in the back of me, promise I don't gotta front
Niggas be spittin', I'm thinkin' its funny, but you can save all of your puns
You can't never tell me nun (Hold on, yuh)
They know I'm the chosen one (Hold on, Hold on, yuh)
Chosen one, bitch I'm Yours Truly
Making music is my call of duty
Double back 'cos you see the new me
Niggas faking, they can never fool me
Top Dawg shit, I been making hits
Won't stop, even when a nigga rich
Gettin' money, give a fuck about a bitch
Niggas pillow talkin', we can get 'em hit
Me and Ju, boy we goin' to the top
Steppin' wit da music, gotta keep it hot
Big Boss Shit, I be callin' shots
Play wit fam, guarantee u gettin' popped
Get the money then they wanna be ya friend
Claimin' you was blood, nigga we ain't kin
No Fake Love, stand on all 10
Nigga run up playing, we gon' spin a bin
I'm a triple threat, bitch I'm ready set, I don't gotta flex
They tryna see if I got this in the bag yet
Always on ya neck, you get no respect, that's a bet'
Man I got some checks that I ain't even cash yet
They used to call me 'Bubbles' cos I used to pop shit
Got hella praise and I don't even gotta drop shit
Not an alarm, but they thinking that they clock shit
Call me Rocky, I'm the one that knock 'em out the box quick
When I step in the booth
Niggas be shook when I do what I do
How you hate me but watch my every move
Call me Drako, cos I'm actin' a fool
Breaking records like a Kit-Kat, I will never sit back
Rappers want the smoke, I tell 'em come into the kickback
Snatchin' niggas chains, you will never get that shit back
And all these niggas want me cos I'm everything they bitch lack (Yuh)
Try to understand
Understand I'll always be the hardest by popular demand
Keep talkin' shit till you realize that I will never give a damn
You will always be a fan
Try to make me fall
And I'll be the only one standin'
They ask me why I be bussin' these shots, and I tell 'em I do it for fun
Yeah I was gone for a minute, I'm back and now I'm on yo head like a bun
All these rappers better chill 'cos they don't even know what I'm capable of
And all these niggas is my sons, I tell em what I need handled and it's done
They ask me why I be stuntin' on niggas, I tell 'em I do what I want
I got my hittas, they stay in the back of me, promise I don't gotta front
Niggas be spittin', I'm thinkin' its funny, but you can save all of your puns
You can't never tell me nun
They know I'm the chosen one
They ask me why I be stuntin' on niggas, I tell 'em I do what I want
I got my hittas, they stay in the back of me, promise I don't gotta front
Niggas be spittin', I'm thinkin' its funny, but you can save all of your puns
You can't never tell me nun
They know I'm the chosen one
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Writer(s): Junior Hilliard
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