Chosen - G.T.

Brrt, brrt

Yeah

I’m in San Francisco right now

(Primo, turn this shit up)

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 gt the chills

Soda died, then Peezy had to go to jail

My grandpa did and granny in the same week

Walk around still smilin', but my pain deep

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'

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

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'

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'