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