Chosen

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[Intro] Brrt, brrt Yeah I'm in San Francisco right now (Primo, turn this shit up) [Verse 1] On top now, came a long way from the basement My bitch top-notch, yours, I wouldn't even say shit I been too humble, I been bein' too patient It's time for me to go out here and get it, gotta take it I ain't never stole in my life, I'll take it Straight flight to Cali, I ain't goin' for vacation If you don't wrap it tight, lil' nigga, they gon' take it They say I rap tight, every beat, I just lace it I brung unc' with me, bust it open, he gon' taste it I'm talkin' pure white, it's Off-White on my laces I ain't gotta fabricate this shit, I don't fake it I think if I wasn't no rapper, I'd take hits This shit so real, when I rap it, I gеt the chills Soda died, then Peezy had to go to jail My grandpa diеd and granny in the same week Walk around still smilin', but my pain deep [Chorus] Looked her straight in her eyes, told her, "Bitch, I'm chosen" It's a real load in, money, can't fold it You need a bag for the cash 'cause your hands can't hold it Spot in the school zone, gotta watch 'cause they patrollin' [Verse 2] That money like a drug to me, hundreds got me rollin' I'll be at a mil' soon, I just gotta stay focused I look my son in his eyes and I told him he the coldest I told him watch these niggas 'cause they quick to do some ho shit Before you thought 'bout hittin' the road, I was on it Rollie forty bust, plain jane, that's a trophy Sittin' in the town ninety days, you get lonely I know a bunch of young thugs, and we they rich homies Got it on my own, ain't no nigga my big homie Solid mean you in a situation and ain't foldin' We havin' so much paper, man, it's hard to be low-key Got a lot of game, get it thanks to my OG [Chorus] Looked her straight in her eyes, told her, "Bitch, I'm chosen" It's a real load in, money, can't fold it You need a bag for the cash 'cause your hands can't hold it Spot in the school zone, gotta watch 'cause they patrollin' [Outro] Looked her straight in her eyes, told her, "Bitch, I'm chosen" It's a real load in, money, can't fold it You need a bag for the cash 'cause your hands can't hold it Spot in the school zone, gotta watch 'cause they patrollin'
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- G.T.