| I ohhhh, I choose you baby
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| Thats what the game told me
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| Ain’t nothin change, still the same man
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| The game chose me, sing
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| Ohhhh, I choose you baby
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| You know the game chose me
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| Ain’t nothin change, this is what the game told me
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| Listen close here youngin'
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| See Ive been doing this here the most fed coming 'chea
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| And not a dude that a post here frontin
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| See niggas pay attention to mine
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| You listen and find, you gone hear something
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| I know niggas wanna know how I came up
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| He only 18, they see him stacking his change up
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| And alot of niggas chose to get in the game
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| Bat difference from you damn pricks
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| The prince was hand picked
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| The young guy is about as fly as it can get
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| They want I, cause I supply and demand quick
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| I’m C4 explosive is how your man spit
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| And I got a seat for anyone who can’t stand it
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| I ain’t chose the game, the game chose me
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| A little fame from the rap, but still the same OG
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| Cause when I came in it, cats said I stayed lowkey
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| But always making sure they know me
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| Thats when the game told me
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| And you know I can’t get enough, it’s like I got a fetish for it
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| Too many wack MC’s for me to just ignore it
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| I get on track simply to flood the state with heat
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| Stack my cake and eat, preaching more then they the streets
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| Seen them teens drop out the bumping the corner
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| Money and order, so they dont even want their diploma
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| Me, I’m trying to make a company owner
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| So while that may be tempting, this rap shit is bringing the ends in
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| And some say that (what?) there will be no one greater than him
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| One day that (what?) non believers, I’ll convince em
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| I’m more of a leader and eating like im supposed to
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| Talk by the older dude, stand on my own two (yes)
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| And im deep in the game, not like I toasted be
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| I get somewhere if a lane, they took over me
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| Somewhere down the line, the grind molded me
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| It’s so sick and this what the game told to me
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| Now I’mma take you back to '97
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| I put in work to grind better
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| I was now with a rhyme fetish
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| Aged quicker, and seeing things in a different way
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| Was fourteen when I figured I had some shit to say
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| So I let it be known
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| That the tighter with top spitter
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| I’m coming for em, ready to own
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| And if somebody better let em be shown
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| I’m a comptetitive dude
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| Plus I’m ten steps ahead of you fools
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| They say |