Chosen Lyrics

I pray and I keep hoping

I get these racks and hoes

I do this for my homies

I do this for my bros

I'm gonna make a change

I pray I don't lose focus

I've been making history cause I live in the moment

Climbing up this hill with me is walking with the chosen

They wanna get the best of me but it cannot be stolen

Golden like a token

Pockets overloading

Toting my explosives

You fed?

You know it

I'll split your head wide open

The racks for me

Triple casualties

Balling maul 'em, get ya gone

Split 'em like a paycheck

Fuck the cost, I'm finna boss up

Rise, I raise it

I've been lost

I flip, I toss a dime and change that, yeah

Dozen shots, I spin the block like I got clay hands

If you talk I'm finna drop ya, tossing vases

Grip a ratchet

Rocket, pop it

Fill a casket, coffin

Hit the spliff

Light the magic ganja

Rip it and I'm hacking, coughing

Zip your lips, might have to watch them

Or you might just catch me dodging cases

The gat just shot ya face

I blast ya, outter space

No mask, I'm not a fake

I'm at ya house, your place

Send ya to the house of hades

Listen to the sound of satan

The Glock 36

Shot, murder him

Mop, dirty shit

Wok for the sip

Watch hurt the wrist

God working

I'm not perfect

Spin the block

It's hot, stop turning it, yeah

I just bought a birkin

Real bodies, talking dead

Real zombie, walking dead, aye

Yeah

I pray and I keep hoping

I get these racks and hoes

I do this for my homies

I do this for my bros

I'm gonna make a change

I pray I don't lose focus

I've been making history cause I live in the moment

Climbing up this hill with me is walking with the chosen

They wanna get the best of me but it cannot be stolen

Golden like a token

Pockets overloading

Toting my explosives

You fed?

You know it

I'll split your head wide open