Lyrics Chosen - Kamaiyah

Chosen

Teacher said you wouldn’t be shit, but I ain’t never heard that
I had all the sense, I was just a little turnt ass
I knew I was smart, hit the ground and never turned back
Focus on my art and this shit ended up working
I can get the Birkin, but I love Che-nay-nay
Make money in my sleep, bitch, everyday’s a payday
Drop bags on myself, bombs away, bitch, mayday
Pop perky’s with champagne, now my ass cross faded
My life is amazing, used to pray, pray, pray
To wake up everyday with some cash in my safe
Wanna push a double R’s 'til my ass in a Wraith
Push speed 12's by the engine, now my ass wanna race
Now I’m smashing away, yelling «skrt, skrt, skrt»
Got cash in my safe and my purse, purse, purse
Get paid every day, fuck a first, first, first
Check my plate, a S waist, rocking fur, fur, fur
I made it out the ghetto, I’m a chosen ass bitch
With an iced up neck and a frozen ass wrist
Try to play me out, I won’t go for that shit
Bla-da-da, on me now, yeah, I’m holding that shit, uh
Big spendin', big limits
Big whips, all my cars all tinted
Big benji’s, boss Mrs
Fraud bitches, no, these hoes ain’t authentic
You rolling, no, I don’t do no hardcore drugs
But I’m a gangster, so all I know is hardcore plugs
Stepping out my Timb’s walking on soft, warm rugs
Know they hate on the low, but for me it’s all love
Shit, I hope we all spoiled, Rising and I conquer
Y’all hoes selling soft porn, no, not me, I’m bossed up
Got that drop, I-8, Why?
'Cause that one cost more
I’m a certified queen, heavyweight, I’m flossed up
If she try to play with me, that hoe got some bravery
Learn to love myself 'cause I know ain’t nobody saving me
One day they hating me, next day they praising me
I don’t trust shit, 'cause I done lost friends fatally
But I gotta stay focused, get my clique all rich
You ain’t never bossed if your clique ain’t lit
These newcomer hoes knew the shit I did
Respect me when I talk, 'cause I’m a big boss bitch
I made it out the ghetto, I’m a chosen ass bitch
With an iced up neck and a frozen ass wrist
Try to play me out, I won’t go for that shit
Bla-da-da, on me now, yeah, I’m holding that shit, uh
Big spendin', big limits
Big whips, all my cars all tinted
Big benji’s, boss Mrs
Fraud bitches, no, these hoes ain’t authentic