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]