CHOSEN ONE Lyrics

Return of the Mack

Rip Bernie

Just me and bro in the crib Bert and Ernie

Labbin up

Got me feeling like I'm Dexter

On the road trail blazing like I'm Clyde Drexler

This a muscle car I ain't fucking with no Tesla

All this shit I been through got me frozen like Elsa

I could not be homeless if I'm living in the booth

No duct tape but I been sticking to the truth

I like solo flicks but I need pictures of the group

We bought a bunch of bottles leave yo liver in the coupe

Friends turn to enemies so they wasn't your friends

If I fuck with you this shit for life

I'm real as it gets

You ain't got no bread but you been talking bout baguettes

Got me talking crazy like I really had Tourette's

Counting up pennys and I still say I'm blessed

Ain't no wait in line if you next then you next

Sticking to the code I'm turning minutes to Os

There ain't no pretending beginning with all my goals

In the trap we tenants the pen isn't for the bros

Even though I did two years in federal

My bro lost his moms too early but that ain't stop him

Now he at the crib stackin up solvin problems

I could relate I'm motivated by the pain

I never hated cuz it's lame

Refrigerated all the pain

Then I wore it like a chain and my neck ain't never strain

It's like a stain in my memory

I can't get it out

Treat the trap like a burger joint

We be in n out

Looking straight in turning points of turning shit around

Return of the mack and I don't never give these hoes shit

Coming from a city where they shootin like it's zone six

Looking fresh even though I'm living like I'm homeless

Always been connected even on the days I'm phone-less

Smoking loud if they asking what my tone is

Tryna tell my girl the world is yours like what Tone did

But it's hard cuz lately I've been on some broke shit

Not cuz I don't hustle but this life been on some grown shit

I got friends but I'm tryna do my own shit

In a country where nobody even owns shit

What the fuck