Chosen

I Threw my Amiri jeans in the bin
That's dead
I Dont wanna rock that shit
Im para

I got paigons left right centre
Big bro bop with a hammer
Dont know there faces
But they know mine
Its aqward when your
Card just declines
Cant let that happen
So back to the grind
I know its my time
Wont cross that line

Chorus -

We sin for progress's
Oh yes
So bless
Why do I feel like im chosen

Like Why She wanna know me now its crazy
Back then yh u left me on open
step in the bando and I want silence
Cant hear typing just how I like it
Why would I go If i wasn't invited
I stay in the stu and I just stay writing

Come to my hood there's no sign of caution
Cheque from the trap and il break you a portion
Normal
Shell out your back like tortoise
Work on a chorus
They used to ignore us
Them lot still in the same position

But alive like coral
Didn't you know that im still on my mission
Get out the deep end without a snorkel

Verse 1 -

We from the trenches

But it built me
That's why I feel like they feel me

Talk about long nights jugging on peds best mention my name my records filthy
How could you fail me
Bro said mail me
Yh he's locked up in the dog pound
You invest in Cubans
Ain't got no links
That shit ain't healthy
That's why your pop down
Why would I a lot of man there name
You live for the fame that's the catch my broski
act like you know me
But you don't know me
Think that your bad like bro come show me
A lot of of man talkers
Aint really awkward
that's what I expected
If she plays any paigon music
Get kicked out the AP fly out the exit

Can't you tell form my aura i make things happen

Im a antisocial guy I don't really talk i talk with actions
Don't like capping
I don't really do that
don't really do this
bop with a weapon
But ain't gonna use it
That's like having a pair of boots
But ain't in the field
To do any bootings

Verse 2 -

If I did it for you
Would you do it for me
If ur short on the money
Ur working for free
If you lose that pack that
Worse
Seen man get burst
Like I pray to my god on my knees
I used to drive bruck down dingerz
I know some killerz
That will do anything for a fee

Alot of man lost there motion
Alot of man lost in the sauce
I don't use lean or loud
For the coping
Don't really need it
Wake up breath this
Just like I said in kel and kenan
Sit for the evening
Gang shit

Gotta hide my face in public
Scarf on face like a blanket
Maybe I should of went uni
Studied some banking
Maybe I'm overreacting
Damn

I feel it for all of the guys
With plastic cutlery up in the can
The hood can't leave me
U go uptown I would rather just eat at Sams
Ah man
I don't ever fall for them groupies
That one there she's claiming she knew me
Don't even talk on the past
I'm whizzing this car with things In the back so loosely