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