Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chosen, artist - Hustle Gang.
Date of issue: 10.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chosen |
I don’t do much talking, let the money do it for me |
And I don’t need no promo, cause the haters do it for me |
I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories |
When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen |
Hey now you know I don’t do no talking, I let my diamond do it for me |
But I’m blowing on loud, yea that’s another story |
Catch me in the building on the 37th story with a bad bitch screaming like I’m |
bringing her to glory |
Glory, yup, we the bank roll mob, she can run from the dick but she can’t go far |
I’m in the Dominican Republic, got a couple bitches fucking on some cherry red |
seats and a mango card |
A mango card? |
I know you heard about that, still a dope boy got birds on deck |
Talking parakeets though, cause you a stool pigeon know you can’t wait to run |
and spread the word bout that |
And I never will let 'em, a pussy nigga keep me from being dope boy fresh |
And they ain’t gon' get it cause it is nigga, you can bet the bank on that |
I don’t do much talking, let the money do it for me |
And I don’t need no promo, cause the haters do it for me |
I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories |
When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen |
(And what it mean when you come up from the bottom?) |
That just mean that you was chosen |
And I don’t need no promo, cause the haters do it for me |
I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories |
When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen |
I can bet every chain on every verse I ever wrote, on every phrase on every note |
No wedding ring, but I’m married though to the game for forever more |
You in the game but you never score, in every lane I’m exceptional |
I’m on a plane where you never go |
And they tell me that life is a bitch but I much prefer mary jane as a better ho |
Aye, you see most of y’all niggas just fake to me, stories made up like |
Maybelline |
My niggas good for life, y’all still trying to get from point A to B |
And they say silence is golden, so my wrist be talking shit for me |
And haters can’t help but hate, shit I can’t help but be chosen |
A up on my fitted cap, my momma told me always give the critics (snap) |
Balling with the homies they can try and run up on me |
We gon' start tripping like they invented maps |
Jordan’s with denim vests, spending more than your mortgage on Vino Pet |
Roll up the cigars, amino fat |
Not so big, hunnits come out the side |
She ain’t sucking dick, she gotta jump out the ride |
Another one that’s choosing, that’s the one I’ll oblige |
Focus on the money, only vocal for the moment |
Niggas scavenging the hunger, wondering how I survived |
For them beat the double but the triple |
Burn em like a griddle, play a sucka' nigga like a fiddle |
I don’t say a word if I’m a kill em |
Soon as I get the watch, just put em in the Nets Kerry Kittles |