Chosen

You a friend of a opp, you a opp too
You can burn with them we lurking then we'll spot you
They ain't learning it's concerning cah we cutting through tops
Tryna turn yutes off, tryna turn yutes off
I kid you not
My niggas really stepping They clued up
I ain't even gotta tell em I screwed up
Now i'm the man in question officer
I don't know, who you think that I am?
It wasn't me, aye it started with a Q
I made a Z, then did that shit repeat
All the shit that I done seen
They put him on the screen
Free my niggas on BBC
Lil youngin seen the most
And no you can't break can't fold
And no you can't fail on the missions
Yea i'm stuck on these roads
Yea i see the realist all go
Like why the feds take all my niggas
My niggas tell me i'm different i gotta focus
Im tryna show em i'm different I'm in my own lane
The way I feel in the booth I know im chosen
The way i feel in that pussy I know i'm chosen
Diving right through your legs into that ocean
And she ask me how I feel i told her frozen
Feel it right through my chest there's no emotion
I'm in my own lane
I took losses but i charge it to the roads aye
I ain't playing no games
Anything that happens i got bro since the old days
Stuck in our old ways
We just seeing more cake
I'm seeing more hate
But it make sense
Aye timing, I just tell him patience
I'm gonna find him, and turn him patient
My opps are tired, nobody can save em
Imma keep chasing this paper
I'm still jugging so I cannot see you later
Busy doing resell, real money maker
Flip bread make profit no I'm not a baker
I feel i'm chosen I gotta stay consistent
I have bare hoes telling me i'm different
Talk on my brodie i'll be sliding in a instant
DT I don't trust I gotta keep my distance
Hm, I ain't got time for a hoe
Wait a sec I got a call from bro
He's telling me that the packs got sold
Keeping it a hunnid nah I will never fold yea
Couple years from now you'll see me in a Maybach
Grinding hard no sleep I got a point to prove



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Writer(s): Zizo Dt
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