Chosen

I'm still alive so I gotta be the chosen one
Every song magical, orgasm in their eardrums
19 living like I've been past 21
Talking to celebrities, I thug in front of anyone
Feeling like a chart topper, high school I dropped out of
I love my niggas, .. cooking and ..
I love my small town steppers whose chops are hot lava
When I was young, had dreams of rappers and rockers
When thirteen, I had raps in my PE locker
It feel like I'm so rich, I ain't got a track
It feel like I'm the king, I ain't focused on that
It's like I'm too good to rhyme, too good to jat
Yeah I got a rap name, but I'm stuck in the past
Game chose me, I'm humble, I don't want you mad
Roll another blunt if you ain't never had shit
Driving myself crazy, God got a greater gift

I'm chosen

I represent my family, a green code I live by
Squadda got the spotlight, them polar bears shine bright
Ain't no second guessing me so why you always question me?
Tell the guys, work and hope that the devil bless me
63rd, out of snow, we do our own thang
You Niggas ain't on my level, I got my own game
I ride my own dick, nigga, got my own chain
Customize the speed limit, got my own lane
Bars shit, keep the change in my jeans
You niggas chasing for a spot, but ain't what they seem
Power in numbers, me I'm in the slum like slumbers
No parties, the girls love to get a piece of Charlie
Put a cap on me, tell the green army
Switching numbers, staying on the low cus niggas phony
I'm on my turf all day
Must be the chosen one, I'm staying

I'm chosen

I ain't ask to be the one
Me and my cousin buy guns
Live my life on the run, are you serious?
I know my future bright, I ain't curious
I know my niggas gon be right, counting money all night
Just living our life, eating good, getting fat on these facts I write, alright
Nigga that's my life
6th grade I was miserable, broke and the heiss and the eyes
We had to get it right, still try to get it right
I trust no nigga, treat these hoes just alike [2x]