Chosen One

Lyrics

[Intro: Luh Soldier] Monteezy Yeah Real Yeah, yeah, yeah I like this one Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Luh Soldier] Hardest rapper of the motherfuckin' century It ain't no killin' me, quit with the cap I don't fuck with you, I don't wanna kick it You ain't my dawg, I'm not giving you dap Street nigga with the heart of a lion, I feel like the chosen one Shooters clutching, we gon' give 'em a bald fade, bitch, you owe me one Don't care 'bout who joining your team Don't care who you with, that's how it is My shooters gon' clear out the scene Nigga, fuck who you with, and that's what it is This money, I blow on my motherfuckin' men No Crip, but I'm feelin' like Longway She just wanna cuddle, I hung up the phone I guess this lil' bitch had a long day Shawty said, "Bae, why you gotta be gangster?" That's my demeanor, and I can't help it Whatever you want, know these young niggas got it I gotta do better, used to be selfish Granny so proud, she just knew it was comin' Always in shit, but she knew I was thuggin' Kicked out of school and she knew I was bummin' Used to kick door and wasn't shit in my stomach I'm in the streets tryna run up a rack How could you young niggas sit on your ass? I just pulled up in a big body Jag On the way to the top, got my foot on the gas Didn't play by the rules, man, a nigga was bad Ask anybody, that's out the gate Get money family, come joint the faculty Soldier steppin', put that shit in they face I'm in a whole 'nother state But I got some killers that's straight out the Bay I know some young niggas touchin' that weight Everybody strapped, bitch, just know that we straight Trap nigga, scale posted up in the cup holder Got the Glock on my motherfuckin' hip One in the head, it's however you play it You say the wrong thing, you'll get shot in your lip [Verse 2: G Herbo] Although I be having all this cash, baby still walk in the room, look like a check And I don't mean no disrespect But I wanna sex you, you sexy as heck And I got teeth like a rabbit but she don't even care 'cause it's carats all over my neck Buyin' Amiri's my habit, I'm ballin' I said fuck the ref 'cause I bought me a TEC Keep a Glock close, I can reach it I got some blood for the leeches Give us everything or them shells gon' eject I'm with Luh Soldier, we need that And bitch, you gon' fire, no heat check Bitch, you ain't die 'cause we ain't meet yet East side breed killers, no defect (Huh) Bitch, you ain't with us, you a reject (Uh-uh) We still yelling gang, gang, gang, gang gang, gang gang Me and my mans 'nem 40 on me, I'ma blam 'em Police want conspiracy, goddamn 'em Told lil' bro he can't ride in the car on Live He might catch a murder on camera Dropped out of school 'cause a wise man said Don't go if you know you gotta take your camera Lil' bro valid, now I got killers in Alabama I'm in Chiraq, you know we made a lot of candlelights Lot of moral writings I'm lefty, used to tote with my right hand Let lil' bro out at the light then Bust another right again, uh, we on [Outro: Luh Soldier] Street nigga with the heart of a lion, I feel like the chosen one Shooters clutching, we gon' give 'em a bald fade, bitch, you owe me one