MillsWasChosen - Intro

Thinking about these walls I built
Look how they surrounding me
Thinking about the ones I lost
Praying that they're proud of me
Same niggas cheering, is the same ones who doubted me
Really I don't blame them, cause I realize that's just how it be
Hundred thousand dollars cash
Something for my child to see
Every time I touch a bag I celebrate in privacy
Started from the bottom, really came up out of poverty
Momma said that I'm a soldier, told her that I got to be
Told her we were chosen now it's looking like a prophecy
Bank account was low, but now it's looking like the lottery
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, all these ones I bundle properly
I would block for you, but tell me black man would you block for me
Tell me black man would you block for me
City been on lock, a couple of us went and got the key
Shooter he gon get you if you reach before I even blink
Plotting on this cuban link to celebrate my victories
Yea, I'ma go ahead and let that first hook breathe a bit
Let me tell you something
Fuck what they talking about
You gon ball regardless
You hear me
You're chosen
Times getting colder
Daughter getting older
If she want to cry, I let her cry and I just hold her
Meditate at times when I'm riding with a chauffeur
How he doing squats while the city on his shoulders
It was ten toes, now it's one motor
World in my hands and these bands my controller
Cops killing niggas why I'm riding with a blower
Grieving over deaths, I'm just looking for some closure
Looking for a sign
Thinking niggas solid but it's not in they design
Stab me in the back and that shit hit me in the spine
Momma see me hurting, I just smile and say I'm fine
Everything is fine
Looking at my goals like everything is mine
I don' hit some lows but every time I rise
Knew that I would blow, niggas say it every time
But be jealous in disguise, I can see it in your eyes
Niggas never thought that I would take it here huh
Had to separate so I can make it clear huh
Terrified of God a mortal I don't fear none
I don't fear one
Thinking about my past and I start to tear up
Niggas showing hate, only cause they fear love
Sorry that I'm late, I was in the field love
Got to keep it real love
Solid then it's still love

Written by:
Jaylon Mills

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