Chosen One (feat. G Herbo)

Hardest rapper of the muhfuckin' century it ain't no killing me Quit with the cap I don't fuck with you I don't want to kick it with you You ain't my dawg, not giving you dap Street n***a with the heart of a lion I feel like the chosen one Shooters clutching We gone give em a bald fade bitch you owe me one Don't care bout who joining your team Don't care who you with, that how it is My shooter gone clear out the scene N***a fuck who you with, and that what it is This money all blue on my muhfuckin' end No crip but I'm feeling like longway She just wanna cuddle I hung up the phone I guess the lil bih' had a long day Shawty said bae why you gotta be gangsta' Thats my demeanor and I can't help it Whatever you want just know that these young n***as got it I gotta do better, used to be selfish Granny so proud she just knew it was coming Always in shit but she knew I was thuggin' Kicked out of school and she knew that I was bummy Used to kick doors wasn't shit in my stomach Im in the street trynna run up rack How can you young n***as sit on your ass I just pulled up in a big body jag on the way to the top got my foot on the gas Didn't play by the rule, man a n***a was bad Ask anybody thats out the gate Get money family come join the faggots and soldier steppin' put that shit in they face Im in a whole other state But I got some killers thats straight out the bay I know some young n***as touching that weight Everybody strapped just know that we straight Trap nigga scale posted up in the cup holder Got the glock on my muhfuckin hip One in the head is how ever you play it you say the wrong thing you get shot in ya lip Although I be having all this cash Baby still walk in the room looking like a check And i dont mean no disrespect But i wanna sex you You sexy as heck And i got teeth like a rapper but she don't even care Cause its carrots all over my neck Buying Amiri's my habits im balling Said fuck a ref cause i bought me a tec Keep a glock close so i could reach it I got some love for the leeches Give us everything or Them shells gone eject I'm with luh soldier, yeah we need that Bitch you gone fire no heat check Bitch you ain't die cause we ain't meet yet East side bread killers no defect Bitch you aint with us you a reject We still yelling gang, (Gang) , Gang(gang ) Gang(gang ) Me and my mans n'em 40 on me imma blam em Police want conspiracy god dam em Told lil bro he cant ride in the car on live he might catch a muder on camera Dropped out of school cause a wise man said dont go if you gotta take your hammer Lil bro violent now i got killers in alabama I'm in chiraq you know we made alot of candle lightings Lotta moral writings Im lefty tote with my right hand Let lil bro at the light then Bus another right again Street n***a with the heart of a lion i feel like the choosen one Shooters clutching we gone give em a bald fade bitch you me one