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adam hicks - chosen one lyrics

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they tried to lock me up and throw away the key (key)
never thought that i could turn around and be someone
sat in my cell and every night i couldn’t sleep
asking my mother: are you there?
’cause i need someone

i put that pistol in my hand it wouldn’t leave
traumatized when i hold that gun
now they’re seeing that i’m back up in the streets
and everybody f+ckin’ with me
i’m the chosen one

everybody f+ckin’ with me
i’m the chosen one
everybody f+ckin’ with me
i’m the chosen one

i was back up in my city rolling free
i was running with my shawty and the heat
i was trippin’ on my side b+tch tryin’ to get a drink
pop another pill trying to fill it when i lean

i ain’t worried ’bout police, boy i’m from the east
if we got a problem then we take it to the streets
i was on my grind tryin’ to make it on my feet
if it’s money on the line then you know i gotta eat

i’m feeling like a don b+tch, f+ck an enemy
looking at a wine list, smoking better weed
trippin’ all the time with my finger on the squeeze
faded as i can, wasn’t focused on my dreams

i was doing what i want (when i want)
you can get it if you want to (but you don’t)
i was never coming down, then he came around
and i started trippin’ so i laid his ass down

they tried to lock me up and throw away the key (key)
never thought that i could turn around and be someone
sat in my cell and every night i couldn’t sleep
asking my mother: are you there?
’cause i need someone

i put that pistol in my hand it wouldn’t leave
traumatized when i hold that gun
now they’re seeing that i’m back up in the streets
and everybody f+ckin’ with me
i’m the chosen one

everybody f+ckin’ with me
i’m the chosen one
everybody f+ckin’ with me
i’m the chosen one

now i’m back up in my city rolling deep
everybody f+ckin’ with me
i’m the chosen one

got that rollie on my arm in the streets
don’t even think about it though i just go cop one
push start it and we ridin’ with no keys
on the road, yeah, we fly man you gon’ need one

big figures for a line at a show
and i got your girl in the back hitting notes

i’ve been on the road
started from the bottom, but i did it on my on
yeah, they knew i was a problem from the minute i was gone
but i showed them that i’m on it and i’m right where i belong

yeah, they see it’s all mine
put that sh+t in my name, don’t put sh+t on my name
ain’t got sh+t on my grind, but ain’t sh+t changed
if he trippin’ i’m going to let that sh+t bang

they tried to lock me up and throw away the key (key)
never thought that i could turn around and be someone
sat in my cell and every night i couldn’t sleep
asking my mother: are you there?
’cause i need someone

i put that pistol in my hand it wouldn’t leave
traumatized when i hold that gun
now they’re seeing that i’m back up in the streets
and everybody f+ckin’ with me
i’m the chosen one

everybody f+ckin’ with me
i’m the chosen one
everybody f+ckin’ with me
i’m the chosen one

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