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Chozen

by Ki

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Lord forgive me for my sins But also thank you for the wins Thank you for waking me up I promise to never give in Watch over my moms watch out for my pops Watch over my friends and siblings Watch over my woman Lay hands on her womb protecting our future and children I pray for the city I pray for my people praying for those who cant get it I'm pray for my op I'm pray for cops praying for all of your children Pray for my soul and pray for my peace and if I should meet you today And pray for the soul of my op cuz imma be sending that nigga ya way Ase Niggas talk and don't listen So it's game that they missing Lot of mishaps lot of mistakes lot of bags they'n getting Never switch my position Always stick to the mission Had to make a plan stick to the the plan Watch the plan come into fruition They gone hate when you get it You gotta change and be different I always listened if it doesn't hurt ya pockets Then it shouldn't hurt ya feelings Keep ya eyes on the vision Never stray or get distant The closest around you they may try to clown you But you gotta drown out the friction Look I'm going and going til ain't nothing left Til I'm flat on my back and no air in my chest This dog on my hip come put you to rest He running I wonder how far he gone get We making it stretch Don't take it for granted or less No Khalid but we are the best I try not to flex but faking gone leave ya ass wet Leaving ya T-shirt a mess We done with the stress We hustling just to stay bless Running for freedom and checks Don't settle for less I love me a pretty bitch giving up neck Her throat is a mess We trynna play chess We looking for ways to invest To double or triple the net with all disrespect It's fuck you to you and your set Bitch ain't no contest yes Mom and pops ain't raise no pussy so why you keep playing me hoe I was the nigga that's was s'pose to get it I had to go straight from the door Could've been a doctor could be a lawyer or putting the ball in the hole Could be a trapper could be a killer filling yo ass up with holes So this ain't the life that I chose this the life that chose me I was the nigga that's told to go get it I swear it was always on me I was born to go get it 7 summers 8 winters When you change yo position they won't believe what they witness Run it back like a running back Off the punt like Desean Jack Had to move a pack quick fast Could've ran the 40 in a 4 flat Never stepped on like a door mat I'm on ya head you catch that I needed my niggas my niggas all needed me that's where I got my support at Look I did it myself But sometime in life you gonna need someone's help That's why my niggas all straight They came with a plate so they can add to the safe We making a play I had to be great This life's not what you gone get but what they gone take Shit you could win everyday But money and patience and time is something you never replace So get out my face I hate me bitch that's just taken up space If you don't work you don't play It is what it is and you ain't You tried to compete but you can't Thought you was gang but you late Me and fake can't relate so why conversate Niggas'll trade you away For pussy for fame some shit you could lose in a day Going in on em with the pick and roll Split the screen take it to the hole Ball fake for the give and go Watch me lay it up with the finger roll Let me score the ball let me strike a pose You can hear the crowd you feel the ohs Let me do my dance watch me hit my woah If you didn't know nigga now you know And so Mom and pops ain't raise no pussy so why you keep playing me hoe I was the nigga that's was s'pose to get it I had to go straight from the door Could've been a doctor could be a lawyer or putting the ball in the hole Could be a trapper could be a killer filling yo ass up with holes So this ain't the life that I chose this the life that chose me I was the nigga that's told to go get it I swear it was always on me I was born to go get it 7 summers 8 winters When you change yo position they won't believe what they witness

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