Chosen

[Intro] Izze the Producer Those 20 in ATL, nigga [Verse 1] Young black nigga in America successful I am what you call good looking and professional Living in this thing called life it'll test you Ain't too many people you can call that'll rescue This is another story 'bout a black man Nigga please you about to get the back hand Tried to tell them I was comin' from a back end I tried to tell them most these niggas they are stagnant I need that motivation 'round me all the time I need that inspiration working in the mind Look out for vultures they be lurking on your shine I like my Tito's on the rocks I add a lime I'm in Atlanta politicking with my woe I told them we gon' whip 'em up another dose I'm doing this for all my niggas on the go-go Take care of your people they the ones you need the most-ost [?], but it feel like perfect timing I need at least them seven figures if I sign it You know I'm chocolate I look lovely in my diamonds I'm kinda freaky mixed the kinky with some bondage [Chorus] I'm on my way I feel like Rocky Balboa You niggas keep on playing chess, I'm playing poker Too many hits I start to feel like Sammy Sosa I heard they talkin' 'bout the boy and now I'm glowed up I heard they tryna' rep the gang but we don't know them And we don't know them, they open [for them?] Well I'm the chosen, yeah I'm the chosen I'm the chosen, I'm the chosen [Verse 2] Okay now this another story 'bout a black man Nigga please your CD go in the trash can I'm overseas a quarter M on a back end I can't believe the shit they type in they caption I'm on a mission with a vision it's alive That's on my momma we gon' rack up every dime (Every dime) Left me for dead they never thought I would survive I double back we powered up ooh they surprised I feel like fuck all these niggas none of them fuckin with me I'm talkin' Kobe, Lebron mix in a 2 and a 3 I turned a thought to a dream into a tangible thing Monetizing my gifts until the transition to [?] And they gon' hate that, oh well, peep the details Nigga ballin' like a Sprewell, you just a [?] Catching plays like Odell that's private intel Told you niggas from the get go I'm giving them hell [Chorus] I'm on my way I feel like Rocky Balboa You niggas keep on playing chess I'm playing poker Too many hits I start to feel like Sammy Sosa I heard they talkin' 'bout the boy and now I'm glowed up I heard they tryna' rep the gang but we don't know them And we don't know them, they open [for them?] Well I'm the chosen, yeah I'm the chosen I'm the chosen, I'm the chosen