Chosen Wun

The life I live, I, I don't even think I should be here. I feel, how the fuck you gone stop God's plan is what I'm saying? Y'all niggas really think y'all bout to stop what the fuck I'm about to do. Putting the 864 on? hahaha

Yo June Bug! I got you

Young boy with the talents, bout to take the shit out to Dallas

Get fake niggas real pissed then, I start a fight in the Palace

Dean's list the classes, I'm chemo for the cancers

I'm on the syrup, real heavy, my blood thick as molasses

And my time right now boy, and I know the ropes like Cowboys
All you do is shout boy, for that? that click clack pow boy
If my raps don't sell, I know accounting gone pay me well
Heard you niggas from the Ville, y'all Tryna sound so ATL

These boys say the move the bricks, these boys ain't doing shit
You niggas Rose, then tore ya ACL, got damn some bull shit
The hustle is so beautiful, I'll grind til my funeral
I got her singing on my mic, she told you she was at the studio.. Oh lord

Hook

When they say they real, they usually the phony ones

Got bad bitches that owe me one, I know I'm not the only one, but I'm the chosen

Yeah yeah I'm the chosen Wun

And these days the world is my shoulders, and I'll work til in a coma

From the Ville to Oklahoma, I'm the chosen one....
Yeah, I say yeah yeah I'm the chosen one

Verse 2

I'm the chosen one, but they owe me too
I told music, all I want is you
All I do is spit the truth and work but that's nothing new
On the green like dew
Give niggas buckets when I hoop
They still be on ol Buddy dick
I was a freshman and gave him 42

Chip on the shoulder, but the shoulder straight
Got goons for all the horse play
Been with the same niggas since fourth grade
Y'all niggas rap? Yeah, to go plates

It's all love, when I know they hate
I keep it real, when I know they fake
I put my fans on the Ross fit, why?
Cause I made them over wait

I smile, I grin, I sin, got fam, fuck friends
Fuck the gin you on, nigga are you genuine?
I need MySpace, fuck Tom, Ima bomb
Got bars like a con, gotta flow like Nas
When you rap they just be like hell nah, Suave

Hook

When they say they real, they usually the phony ones
Got bad bitches that owe me one, I know I'm not the only one, but I'm the chosen Wun

Yeah yeah I'm the chosen Wun

And these days the world is my shoulders, and I'll work til in a coma

From the Ville to Oklahoma, I'm the chosen one....
Yeah, I say yeah yeah I'm the chosen one

Can a young nigga turn Greenville into Dreamville?
I mean can these niggas still dream still?
But chase dreams until they seem real?
I mean, can I sign the deal, for 3 mill, but be deep still?
With goons in the cut like manicans, why?
Because they keep still

Cause my nigga Mayes, stuck in a maze, and I feel amazed, bu tI'm spitting flames
Can't fuck with lames, stayed in my lanes, I'm so 100 you can keep the change

I'm in a rage, 21 in age, I swear to God this is not a phase
Most my niggas had bright futures but just got caught in rain, dang

Hook

When they say they real, they usually the phony ones
Got bad bitches that owe me one, I know I'm not the only one, but I'm the chosen Wun

Yeah yeah I'm the chosen Wun

And these days the world is my shoulders, and I'll work til in a coma
From the Ville to Oklahoma, I'm the chosen one....
Yeah, I say yeah yeah I'm the chosen one