Chosen One ft. Bill Grippin' Lyrics

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We going live

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We going...

We going live, feeling the vibe, drawing the line, pick you a side

I'm who they admire, who they despise, rolled into one like burgers and fries

I been out mobbing 'round the city late night, tryna get these dutty bands up

All my wrongs I'm tryna make right, you aint gotta understand

'Cause I'm the Chosen One

40Reign to 'em but don't roll in one

I got stripes like I was Tiger Woods, eagles flying 'round the hole in one

Desperado I'm the only one, they aint matching what we got in production

Remember when all this was not in the budget

I just told shorty "you like it, I love it"

I might just say fuck it and flex on 'em, put these pecs on 'em

Buy a bumper sticker saying blessed on it

And your baby mama sent a text to me

Just a picture, nothing but her breasts on it

I'm good, destined for great though

Juking the J's off of fake hoes

I know some rappers with street cred

Who be out in public with fake golds (Hey!)

I'm good on the drama, the beef, and the gravy

The game in distress and the streets going crazy

I need me a Qutie and keys to the 'Cedes

Unlimited miles, the lease is a waste

If I ever blow up I'ma slide on the city and

Throw a lil' party for all of the people

Who told me keep going when I was gon' quit

But they came to the shows and they boosted my ego, yuh

We going live, feeling the vibe, drawing the line, pick you a side

I'm who they admire, who they despise, rolled into one like burgers and fries

I been out mobbing 'round the city late night, tryna get these dutty bands up

All my wrongs I'm tryna make right, you aint gotta understand

'Cause I'm the Chosen One

You ain't going toe to toe with us

I'm over your head like a motherfucking thinking bubble baby I got the coldest stuff

I'm sick of sober

And I'm mixin soda

Doesn't get a cold as

When the winter roll on

And I'm spittin' potent

Ima give her motive

I invented flowin'

I don't miss a moment

I sizzle when I drop like playing with hot potatoes

I get it when I pop like everybody's verbatim

Everybody wanna talk she give me top or she hatin

Boy I'm leaning when I rock I diddy bop for the paper

And she dump du-du-du-dump with the pump pump pump in the trunk trunk trunk

If it's up then it's stuck if you play with the kid go br-rum-dum-dump

She call me big baby I'm hitting it daily

I'm mashing her potatoes and licking her gravy

I'm pimpin and wavy I'm sicker than rabies don't listen to maybes

Won't dip if you pay me I'm lit as the 8os

Deliver the cadence with minimal maintenance

Get pivotal payments I'm bitchin and famous conditional favors

Your doing for me your a bitch and I hate ya

We going live, feeling the vibe, drawing the line, pick you a side

I'm who they admire, who they despise, rolled into one like burgers and fries

I been out mobbing 'round the city late night, tryna get these dutty bands up

All my wrongs I'm tryna make right, you aint gotta understand

'Cause I'm the Chosen One