Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chosen One , by - Luh SoldierRelease date: 01.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chosen One |
| Monteezy |
| Yeah |
| Real |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I like this one |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Hardest rapper of the motherfuckin' century |
| It ain’t no killin' me, quit with the cap |
| I don’t fuck with you, I don’t wanna kick it |
| You ain’t my dawg, I’m not giving you dap |
| Street nigga with the heart of a lion, I feel like the chosen one |
| Shooters clutching, we gon' give 'em a bald fade, bitch, you owe me one |
| Don’t care 'bout who joining your team |
| Don’t care who you with, that’s how it is |
| My shooters gon' clear out the scene |
| Nigga, fuck who you with, and that’s what it is |
| This money, I blow on my motherfuckin' men |
| No Crip, but I’m feelin' like Longway |
| She just wanna cuddle, I hung up the phone |
| I guess this lil' bitch had a long day |
| Shawty said, «Bae, why you gotta be gangster?» |
| That’s my demeanor, and I can’t help it |
| Whatever you want, know these young niggas got it |
| I gotta do better, used to be selfish |
| Granny so proud, she just knew it was comin' |
| Always in shit, but she knew I was thuggin' |
| Kicked out of school and she knew I was bummin' |
| Used to kick door and wasn’t shit in my stomach |
| I’m in the streets tryna run up a rack |
| How could you young niggas sit on your ass? |
| I just pulled up in a big body Jag |
| On the way to the top, got my foot on the gas |
| Didn’t play by the rules, man, a nigga was bad |
| Ask anybody, that’s out the gate |
| Get money family, come joint the faculty |
| Soldier steppin', put that shit in they face |
| I’m in a whole 'nother state |
| But I got some killers that’s straight out the Bay |
| I know some young niggas touchin' that weight |
| Everybody strapped, bitch, just know that we straight |
| Trap nigga, scale posted up in the cup holder |
| Got the Glock on my motherfuckin' hip |
| One in the head, it’s however you play it |
| You say the wrong thing, you’ll get shot in your lip |
| Although I be having all this cash, baby still walk in the room, |
| look like a check |
| And I don’t mean no disrespect |
| But I wanna sex you, you sexy as heck |
| And I got teeth like a rabbit but she don’t even care 'cause it’s carats all |
| over my neck |
| Buyin' Amiri’s my habit, I’m ballin' |
| I said fuck the ref 'cause I bought me a TEC |
| Keep a Glock close, I can reach it |
| I got some blood for the leeches |
| Give us everything or them shells gon' eject |
| I’m with Luh Soldier, we need that |
| And bitch, you gon' fire, no heat check |
| Bitch, you ain’t die 'cause we ain’t meet yet |
| East side breed killers, no defect (Huh) |
| Bitch, you ain’t with us, you a reject (Uh-uh) |
| We still yelling gang, gang, gang, gang gang, gang gang |
| Me and my mans 'nem |
| 40 on me, I’ma blam 'em |
| Police want conspiracy, goddamn 'em |
| Told lil' bro he can’t ride in the car on Live |
| He might catch a murder on camera |
| Dropped out of school 'cause a wise man said |
| Don’t go if you know you gotta take your camera |
| Lil' bro valid, now I got killers in Alabama |
| I’m in Chiraq, you know we made a lot of candlelights |
| Lot of moral writings |
| I’m lefty, used to tote with my right hand |
| Let lil' bro out at the light then |
| Bust another right again, uh, we on |
| Street nigga with the heart of a lion, I feel like the chosen one |
| Shooters clutching, we gon' give 'em a bald fade, bitch, you owe me one |