Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chosen, artist - Ace Hood. Album song Trust the Process II: Undefeated, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Hood Nation
Song language: English
Chosen |
Izze the Producer |
Those 20 in ATL, nigga |
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 |
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 |
Well I’m the chosen, yeah I’m the chosen |
I’m the chosen, I’m the chosen |
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 |
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 |
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 |
Well I’m the chosen, yeah I’m the chosen |
I’m the chosen, I’m the chosen |