Chosen lyrics

by

John Hill Jr.


[Chorus]
Got my head in the game, all odds against me, I'm showing my ass, starting to get a lil c*cky, I feel like I'm Dame
n*ggas be hating cause they wanna be me, I get it my n*gga but we ain't the same
I'm coming with pressure, I'm still with whatever, once you up yo fye boy you better have aim
You seen what I been through, I'm still standing tall, never folded my n*gga put respect on my name
Don't be mad at yo b*tch cause she all on my di*k, that's what broke n*ggas get, you're the only one to blame
I like cheese in my grits, my life is a glitch, don't make me send a blitz, I'ma gangsta with fame
Ain't going for sh*t, still live in the bricks but I'm bout to rich, I put that on the gang
I'm chosen, I know it, I made it through the rain, this for this times when they laughed at my pain

[Verse]
This for the times when a n*gga was broke, me and bro in the street, on our feet hitting stains
This for the times I had nowhere to go, ain't a joke, use to sleep at the park or the train
Knew I was greater then my situation, so I took a chance, so I can make a change
Why they be hating on my transformation?
I'm minding business get the f*ck out my lane
Yeen with the program get with it, you don't wanna go out silly, out of date like Piccadilly's
All these wild thoughts really feel like n*ggas out to get me, on probation with the blicky but a n*gga moving shifty
Need a new b*tch, baby momma always tripping but I still be f*cking with her, I can't come home with a hickey
Gotta keep the circle tight cause this sh*t get tricky, one hit dawg got a n*gga dizzy
Listen up, not giving up, don't give a f*ck, I had enough, this sh*t ain't adding up
So now you think you tough, are we gon' crash or what? Come be my first example, boy I can't pass this up
We never backing down, don't make me start acting up, all these Instagram clowns got me cracking up
My b*tch a freak dawg she like it when I jack her up, I got some dog in me tho cause I like sniffing her butt
Now it's game over, Gabbana the rain over
Always look over my shoulders, never scared I keep the blower
I'm just cautious cause I'm older, check my portfolio folder
Body count is of a soldier, want a witness? Ask Jehovah
I'm the new face of the culture, they need to build me a sculpture
Got my haters mind boggled, I'm making them go through torture
Gotta thank all my supporters, I got fans across the border
Gabbana the new president, it's a new world order
Lord I been good, I repent, I'ma sinner, forgive me, I don't wanna see karma
I'm on a spiritual journey, I'm living and learning, I opened my chakras
My family struggling, I wish that we wasn't, I'm tryna solve so many problems
n*gga you pus*y, you scared to take risk, just by that we got nothing in common
I'm chosen, I know it, my visions are vivid
Could've f*cked up my life, but I'm here, I'm still living
I know I'ma make it, I'm gifted, I'm driven and they told me that I'll be dead or in prison
I realized my fate before it was too late, so I fell on my knees then I asked for forgiveness
Like God help me out can you lower my sentence, I dropped out of school but I don't recommend it

[Chorus]
Got my head in the game, all odds against me, I'm showing my ass, starting to get a lil c*cky, I feel like I'm Dame
n*ggas be hating cause they wanna be me, I get it my n*gga but we ain't the same
I'm coming with pressure, I'm still with whatever, once you up yo fye boy you better have aim
You seen what I been through, I'm still standing tall, never folded my n*gga put respect on my name
Don't be mad at yo b*tch cause she all on my di*k, that's what broke n*ggas get, you're the only one to blame
I like cheese in my grits, my life is a glitch, don't make me send a blitz, I'ma gangsta with fame
Ain't going for sh*t, I still live in the bricks but I'm bout to rich, I put that on the gang
I'm chosen, I know it, I made it through the rain, this for this times when they laughed at my pain
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