"Chosen" lyrics

(Pull some of that bass out, Bruce)

I'm in this cell, I know I'm wasting my potential
Murder got my vision cloudy, really fuckin' up my mental
I should be out there going up, but I'm in central
I should be in the booth, but instead I'm in this rental
Tryna bag somethin', this 40 my essential
Pullin' skits inside a foreign, bitch, we slidin' out this Benzo
If I really want you gone, I'm sliding with that trey special
Fill him up with all lead, I ain't have to use a pencil

Some say I'm chosen, others say I have a gift
So why the fuck my dad get killed and Igot left stuck in the 6?
I seen it all, so I'm forever clutching sticks
Let a pussy try to play and he gon' see I ain't no bitch
We steppin' out big cannon, lil' nigga tryna bag somethin'
How the fuck is you a killer? You ain't bag nothin'
Paranoid, I go to sleep with my handgun
You ain't never hopped out with a Magnum
Ayy, let me stop it 'fore they hit me with conspiracy
Remember we was starvin', robbin' niggas for they currency
Ayy, fuck the opps, ain't sparin' shit, ain't got no sympathy
Been slayin' them for years, I know they wish they could get rid of me
Ayy, pussy nigga, scary bitches still ain't took a life
Soon as they took my dad, I started tripping with a loaded 9
You know what happened, never mind, bitch, I ain't gotta say it
If you was in my shoes, then I promise you would do the same

I'm in this cell, I know I'm wasting my potential
Murder got my vision cloudy, really fuckin' up my mental
I should be out there going up, but I'm in central
I should be in the booth, but instead I'm in this rental
Tryna bag somethin', this 40 my essential
Pullin' skits inside a foreign, bitch, we slidin' out this Benzo
If I really want you gone, I'm sliding with that trey special
Fill him up with all lead, I ain't have to use a pencil

Fill him up with all lead, doctor seen him and said, "All bad"
Ain't turnin' shit down, the sucka side niggas all wack
Ain't beefing over pussy, matter fact, somethin' we all had
Strictly no pass, if we smash, then we all gassed
For all of mines, I'll let yours, bitch, it's strictly brothers
I was raised by cold killers, I still love my mother
She tried her best, I would never pick another
I remember asking God why the fuck we gotta suffer?
Why me? I know this something nobody deserve
Most my life was straight pain, every day feeling hurt
I know I gotta go to hell for all them niggas I served
We masked up baggin' shit, looking just like the Purge
It's real life, but on the gang, we steady livin' like a movie
She heard Peysoh in the room, watch how fast these bitches choosey
I ain't even wanna hit, her pussy smellin' like some sushi
Fuckin' back-to-back tens every time I link with Rucci

I'm in this cell, I know I'm wasting my potential
Murder got my vision cloudy, really fuckin' up my mental
I should be out there going up, but I'm in central
I should be in the booth, but instead I'm in this rental
Tryna bag somethin', this 40 my essential
Pullin' skits inside a foreign, bitch, we slidin' out this Benzo
If I really want you gone, I'm sliding with that trey special
Fill him up with all lead, I ain't have to use a pencil