Dom Kennedy and Polyester The Saint - Choose Up

This that westside Crenshaw bumping
Just a little something that my
Niggas came up with
Jay 305 says you boys is on some fuck shit
Girls wanna touch this but I
Don't even trust it
Her man getting jealous better
Tell him Im corrupted my mom calls me Dom I
Don't need no introduction
Didn't choose rap it's just something
That Im stuck with
Like Wu Tang Clan ain't nothing
You should fuck with
Spreading my money on the table like mustard
Old school raider hat that gotta be adjusted
A1 burger shit not on that trust ish
I be in the studio not at your function
Me and Cartier working
Harder than construction
It's so cliche I wouldn't
Call myself a hustler
Just a young nigga that
Read all the instructions
And everywhere I go they better bump this

I've been up and I've been low and
You've been stuck and I've been rolling
You can shine but mine is golden
I've been told that players get chosen
(Choose up wuddup, chosen)
(Choose up wuddup, chosen)
(Choose up wuddup, chosen)
(Choose up wuddup, chosen)

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