Chosen 1

Humble on my grind my sister told me i'm the chosen one
Money on my mind it got me stressing tryna roll me one
Wash me a new plate i'm tryna eat my bruddah flipping buns
Hop out on a opp with a new glock he finna see the sun
Got clips and clips it end a bloody scene we finna shoot a movie
They hit em up i'm thinking like damn they shooting action movies
I'm tryna move my momma on a hill you tryna prove a point
Sticks and stones break my brones but a nigga won't crack a joint
Free them real niggas them fake niggas snitching get out the joint
And it don't matter if we blood nigga loyalty that's the point
Fill em up with hollow points
Fill em up we lay em down
Ain't tryna catch a body run up some pape then nigga move around
My youngin hop out side of the bushes he wanna man down
Out the window with a dracio the other gun down
Hop out with them gunna's young and thuggish out here pushing p's
Hop out with with a choppa with a drum it shoot out 223's
Candle lights on colgate street
She give me brain I want her knowledge though
All the opps they gotta go

And I'm recording in the closet with a glock
Bro got the choppa Nigga walking with his chest out now his chest hot
The top shotta Go face a wood take me away like with the satellites
Pallets on the floor on colgate street we lit up candle lights
Nigga we ain't come to fight for bro I made a sacrifice
Make sure i'm straight that's what my sister
Make sure I ate that's what my momma did
Y'all play with guns my shooters really shoot
Vent to the mic real niggas feel the kid

Humble on my grind my sister told me i'm the chosen one
Money on my mind it got me stressing tryna roll me one
Wash me a new plate i'm tryna eat my bruddah flipping buns
Hop out on a opp with a new glock he finna see the sun
Got clips and clips it end a bloody scene we finna shoot a movie
They hit em up i'm thinking like damn they shooting action movies
I'm tryna move my momma on a hill you tryna prove a point
Sticks and stones break my brones but a nigga won't crack a joint
Free them real niggas them fake niggas snitching get out the joint
And it don't matter if we blood nigga loyalty that's the point
Fill em up with hollow points
Fill em up we lay em down
Ain't tryna catch a body run up some pape then nigga move around
My youngin hop out side of the bushes he wanna man down
Out the window with a dracio the other gun down
Hop out with them gunna's young and thuggish out here pushing p's
Hop out with with a choppa with a drum it shoot out 223's
Candle lights on colgate street
She give me brain I want her knowledge though
All the opps they gotta go