D.C. - Chosen Ones (feat. Nate'Cha Boi)

I was made for all this, I was made for the storm
You a graveyard shift, you was made for the morgue
Pressure creates diamonds so I'm flamin' and warm
You would melt beneath the heat looking painfully sore
See you's a lame to the core, at the first sign of adversity
You searching for mercy cuz you internally hurting
And that's very concerning cuz it just doesn't concern me
I ain't worried, it's just a lesson I'm learning
They did me dirty but I'll come out the other side looking clean like a car wash
Tried to hit me with a screen but I ball hard
Always hit the target, ain't gon' see me in a Walmart
You always fall short, you seem like Lord Farquad
You heard that? It's opportunity knocking every hour
But you ain't got no will power, you gon' always be a coward
Your last loss still got you feeling sour
You soft, you looking like D Howard
You know we in ya hood and we on the block
We always on the scene, we ain't gots to pop
Tryna knock us down but we can't be stopped
And we run through anyone opposing
You coming for the spot but we can't be topped
Haters looking mad so they taking shots
Tryna take us out but we can't be dropped
That's how we do it, we the ones that was chosen
You know we in ya hood and we on the block
We always on the scene, we ain't gots to pop
Tryna knock us down but we can't be stopped
And we run through anyone opposing
You coming for the spot but we can't be topped
Haters looking mad so they taking shots
Tryna take us out but we can't be dropped
That's how we do it, we the ones that was chosen
Slide over to the left, to the right make a path
Upcoming as a smooth young lad
It's a celebration going on this evening, time to open up the gas
And then inhale the fumes until we laugh
Let me kick it, let me show you that I'm with this
Let me show you my truth is my word so I'm never needing a witness
I work it out, physical fitness
And I'm so gifted that it makes sense that I was born in December
I see you standing out there looking heavenly fine
But the things I got up on my mind got me seeing through these devilish eyes
So I rock and I level design
So I can measure up them thighs with my yardstick
God it's always a picture perfect image when that thang is spinning
I'm standing grinning from ear to ear like the Grinch did
I turn you on, I'm the wrench in your toolbox
When I get that nut it pops off like a stool top
And when we on the move
No loud speakers, handle business in silence when we leaving
There's nothing y'all can do
Shine like a beacon in spite of whether or not you believe it
Just when you thought we'd lose
We made a comeback, gotta get back on D my homie run back
We back on top of you
Deadly in combat, always getting ahead like a ball cap
You know we in ya hood and we on the block
We always on the scene, we ain't gots to pop
Tryna knock us down but we can't be stopped
And we run through anyone opposing
You coming for the spot but we can't be topped
Haters looking mad so they taking shots
Tryna take us out but we can't be dropped
That's how we do it, we the ones that was chosen
You know we in ya hood and we on the block
We always on the scene, we ain't gots to pop
Tryna knock us down but we can't be stopped
And we run through anyone opposing
You coming for the spot but we can't be topped
Haters looking mad so they taking shots
Tryna take us out but we can't be dropped
That's how we do it, we the ones that was chosen
That's how we do it, we the ones that was chosen
That's how we do it, we the ones that was chosen
That's how we do it, we the ones that was chosen
That's how we do it, we the ones that was chosen

Written by:
Derek Clark, Nathaniel McKnight

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