BoldBeats - Chosen One

I feel like the chosen one
Spent my days in the lab, finally got me the formula
Believe what you want okay I'm just informing ya
Thought I would quit but lil bitch I'm a warrior
Nice wit this shit, wish I gave a tutorial
No flashing the sticks I'll just call up an orchestra
Slide in the whip, just to pick up ya shorty
The tongue on that bitch always come with euphoria
They swore they was safe in they spot
We cranking the work, like we scraping the pot
Had the crown, thought they took but take it they not
Shut the fuck up lil nigga you makin' it hot
Hate attention this came a lot
Got a buzz on my name but I think they forgot
I ain't fuckin wit beef, make a payment it's squashed
Man you crazy you think that we paying the opps
Where dey do that at
Negative shit I'm removing that
My name in they mouth I ain't takin it out
Either way in they mind I influenced that
A voice in my head keep on saying no reason to do it fast
Run up on me we might have to shoot his ass
If I'm getting this chicken, I'm cooking it properly
Fuck all them chains trynna buy me some property
Hear it already, yo beats can you give me a hand with some money
My response is probably
Not, fuck you, I don't not fuck wit you
Member them days hid yo love from the public too
Laughed at my L's till I got me a W
Listen to me, hope this energy humbles you
I'mma grind till I get me a palace
I feel like a king someone get me a chalice
I walk wit a strut, swear this pride is a habit
No practice I guess I get it from my daddy
Pull up by myself bet I leave wit the baddest
She fine and I know she peeping the stature
She shaking her ass trynna tease me to grab it
I love the way it jiggles when I smack it
I love how it jiggle for days when I fuck
She bouncing like she took a seat on the bus
Catch my nut, then I'm out, can't believe that she's cut
Wit a face like that baby ain't easy to trust
I won't lie, but at least I can keep it a buck
Ion want none ya heart, I just need me a suck
And I never hit women, so go bout ya business
Dig in it, it sound like I'm beating it up
Aha, ha ha ha ha
I just like to laugh at these niggas
Bitch
Hit the booth then I spas on these niggas
No handouts, I took it, I had to go get it
No surprise if I snap on these niggas
Pushing the gas I might crash on these niggas
These woods to the face I ain't matching dese niggas
They say that it's smoke till I ash on these niggas
Bitch ass boy

Written by:
Tyrone Rhodes

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