g.t. - chosen lyrics
[intro]
brrt, brrt
yeah
i’m in san francisco right now
(primo, turn this sh+t up)
[verse 1]
on top now, came a long way from the bas+m+nt
my b+tch top+notch, yours, i wouldn’t even say sh+t
i been too humble, i been bein’ too patient
it’s time for me to go out here and get it, gotta take it
i ain’t never stole in my life, i’ll take it
straight flight to cali, i ain’t goin’ for vacation
if you don’t wrap it tight, lil’ n+gga, they gon’ take it
they say i rap tight, every beat, i just lace it
i brung unc’ with me, bust it open, he gon’ taste it
i’m talkin’ pure white, it’s off+white on my laces
i ain’t gotta fabricate this sh+t, i don’t fake it
i think if i wasn’t no rapper, i’d take hits
this sh+t so real, when i rap it, i gеt the chills
soda died, then peezy had to go to jail
my grandpa diеd and granny in the same week
walk around still smilin’, but my pain deep
[chorus]
looked her straight in her eyes, told her, “b+tch, i’m chosen”
it’s a real load in, money, can’t fold it
you need a bag for the cash ’cause your hands can’t hold it
spot in the school zone, gotta watch ’cause they patrollin’
[verse 2]
that money like a drug to me, hundreds got me rollin’
i’ll be at a mil’ soon, i just gotta stay focused
i look my son in his eyes and i told him he the coldest
i told him watch these n+ggas ’cause they quick to do some ho sh+t
before you thought ’bout hittin’ the road, i was on it
rollie forty bust, plain jane, that’s a trophy
sittin’ in the town ninety days, you get lonely
i know a bunch of young thugs, and we they rich homies
got it on my own, ain’t no n+gga my big homie
solid mean you in a situation and ain’t foldin’
we havin’ so much paper, man, it’s hard to be low+key
got a lot of game, get it thanks to my og
[chorus]
looked her straight in her eyes, told her, “b+tch, i’m chosen”
it’s a real load in, money, can’t fold it
you need a bag for the cash ’cause your hands can’t hold it
spot in the school zone, gotta watch ’cause they patrollin’
[outro]
looked her straight in her eyes, told her, “b+tch, i’m chosen”
it’s a real load in, money, can’t fold it
you need a bag for the cash ’cause your hands can’t hold it
spot in the school zone, gotta watch ’cause they patrollin’
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