Starin into Space

Lord I know you give tests let me check my grades
Okay okay more prayers my way
I might be cutthroat yeah but that was how I'm made
This 16 a guillotine I lost my head today
Way back back in the day when there was hate niggas ran fades
Nowadays they won't throw them things
Niggas shooting over anything
It's not what my pops want and his Glock like his wedding ring
Nowadays they just up sliders to make a play they really changed the game
I've been out here trying to make a way in the dirty R they don't feel my pain
Mom ran through two ribbons how the fuck she still in the race?
This is shit running through my mind if you ever see me staring into space
I ain't have to set the record straight it's a dance party let the record play
Off the shit now we make bucks
Still showing how we came up
Chosen 2 never changed up
That and Nate can really blow up
These niggas quiet when we close up but steady acting like they know us
They wasn't with us in the big van on the road like a tour bus
And she said she'd fucking one guy
And cut all her ties
That sound like Adam and Eve yeah a couple lies
Yeah I know that you fucking with more than one guy a hundred a try
Baby it's true these niggas look at you like food they just want the breasts and them thighs
I would be lying if I ain't say I want the same but I need some heart and some brain
The bros in the gang together we one and the same I'm loyal to the squad like I'm Dame
Ain't fucking with lames remember what niggas would say
Nigga I never would change now look at him now
Don't even know what to say cause I'm not the one to betray
Y'all rapping that pain my lines is dope just bag it for days in the rain be spitting that game
Swerve and drive with my knee we go hit the stu and hit J's and that's just today
Yeah we back in tomorrow we back in the stu on the way
Chosen 2 plus Ace yeah don't forget the name cause we alternate my nigga

Colt and script one and the same
We came in the game the Chosen 2 spitting these flames
Then you put Ace on the table you might as well fold cause this shit a flush and a straight
We put it all in your face you give us your best shit and we still won't even be fazed
Get put in your place no bad days Jay in the stew with a cig in the tray
We harder than most artists
We still at the bottom but I dream we up with the Carters
All of your cars is borrowed your chains your whips you slave to the game what's it cost
Y'all niggas lost it that shit is exhausted you don't deserve nobody's round of applause
That's just a cross your ice is defrosted you probably copped that shit over at Ross
But I'm on the way up listening to Dave
Got a lightskin wingman like Leroy Sane
Yeah I'm on the bay and I just pressed play got the white men bumping my shit like I'm Drake
And I can't be fazed by you lame hoes
I go hard for my ville like I'm J. Cole
I do this often on the weekend like I'm Abel
I be thinking that you're fresh till I see your bankroll