Chosen, Pt. 2 Lyrics

My life changed man I been on a mission lately

Tell em that I'm rapping and adults look at me different lately

Sydney on her own, I look at her like she a different lady

Fuck it guess she grown do what you want I'm reminiscing crazy

I burned some bridges lately, sorry if I cut you off

I know G wont ever cross me I bought him a cross

I'll put some diamonds in that shit his water fancy Voss

But I can't do that yet I ain't gone lie my money not that long

But I'm gone be up at the top I'll be the biggest boss

And I'm gone get my pockets fat but I ain't talking Ross

I tapped in with logic knew I need a better DAW

Niggas telling me I got it and my raps is raw

I got a call about little bro that boy a killer

All I dream about is money when I lay down on my pillow

Say it's up with me, we giving niggas smoke like Cigarillo

I got niggas that'll dig in u just like a armadillo

Love the rap shit use this music as my therapy

Niggas really watching my release because they scared of me

Tell em I'll be rich and niggas thinking that I'll barely be

Still gone buy you shit because I love you that ain't fair to me

But you don't care for me, you wasn't there for me

I'm just trying to stack this pape and fill up my Amiri jeans

Hit a nigga bitch he sending threats he think he scaring me

Bitches that I'm with be throwing hands said they ain't sharing me

Been running shit I was a younging life a marathon

Got my heart broke like three times I had to carry on

Life been going good I'm even cool with that boy Dereon

If a nigga talking bout my brother we gone bury em

(If a nigga talking bout my brother we gone bury em)

Man them boys just talking for the net man we not scared of em

They be ducking beef man that boy a vegetarian

Nigga I be getting to that check just like I'm Barry Bonds

I be giving Niggas game these rappers they my children

Ya'll be rapping for the fame I'm trying to touch a hundred billion

They be telling me to hit the college I been so resilient

Fuck the college I'm trying get this fucking paper to the ceiling

And it been hard to make a song cause I ain't been in my feelings

I been out here catching vibes working but I still be chilling

It been rough for like two years but honestly I think I'm healing

I removed the negativity they calling me a villain

We was really poor we dead ass lived under the bridge

They was looking at me doubting thought I wouldn't make it big

Told ya'll niggas I was chosen, I ain't lie or tell no fib

Bout to son all of these rapper someone get they ass a bib

I told Dion have my back and that's exactly what he did

He know he gone be backstage when I'm on top and doing gigs

I been hoping for to make it ever since I was a kid

All them niggas do is cap in all they raps go work at lids