Chosen One - Luh Soldier, G Herbo

Monteezy

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Real

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I like this one

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Hardest rapper of the motherfuckin' century

It ain’t no killin' me, quit with the cap

I don’t fuck with you, I don’t wanna kick it

You ain’t my dawg, I’m not giving you dap

Street nigga with the heart of a lion, I feel like the chosen one

Shooters clutching, we gon' give 'em a bald fade, bitch, you owe me one

Don’t care 'bout who joining your team

Don’t care who you with, that’s how it is

My shooters gon' clear out the scene

Nigga, fuck who you with, and that’s what it is

This money, I blow on my motherfuckin' men

No Crip, but I’m feelin' like Longway

She just wanna cuddle, I hung up the phone

I guess this lil' bitch had a long day

Shawty said, «Bae, why you gotta be gangster?»

That’s my demeanor, and I can’t help it

Whatever you want, know these young niggas got it

I gotta do better, used to be selfish

Granny so proud, she just knew it was comin'

Always in shit, but she knew I was thuggin'

Kicked out of school and she knew I was bummin'

Used to kick door and wasn’t shit in my stomach

I’m in the streets tryna run up a rack

How could you young niggas sit on your ass?

I just pulled up in a big body Jag

On the way to the top, got my foot on the gas

Didn’t play by the rules, man, a nigga was bad

Ask anybody, that’s out the gate

Get money family, come joint the faculty

Soldier steppin', put that shit in they face

I’m in a whole 'nother state

But I got some killers that’s straight out the Bay

I know some young niggas touchin' that weight

Everybody strapped, bitch, just know that we straight

Trap nigga, scale posted up in the cup holder

Got the Glock on my motherfuckin' hip

One in the head, it’s however you play it

You say the wrong thing, you’ll get shot in your lip

Although I be having all this cash, baby still walk in the room,

look like a check

And I don’t mean no disrespect

But I wanna sex you, you sexy as heck

And I got teeth like a rabbit but she don’t even care 'cause it’s carats all

over my neck

Buyin' Amiri’s my habit, I’m ballin'

I said fuck the ref 'cause I bought me a TEC

Keep a Glock close, I can reach it

I got some blood for the leeches

Give us everything or them shells gon' eject

I’m with Luh Soldier, we need that

And bitch, you gon' fire, no heat check

Bitch, you ain’t die 'cause we ain’t meet yet

East side breed killers, no defect (Huh)

Bitch, you ain’t with us, you a reject (Uh-uh)

We still yelling gang, gang, gang, gang gang, gang gang

Me and my mans 'nem

40 on me, I’ma blam 'em

Police want conspiracy, goddamn 'em

Told lil' bro he can’t ride in the car on Live

He might catch a murder on camera

Dropped out of school 'cause a wise man said

Don’t go if you know you gotta take your camera

Lil' bro valid, now I got killers in Alabama

I’m in Chiraq, you know we made a lot of candlelights

Lot of moral writings

I’m lefty, used to tote with my right hand

Let lil' bro out at the light then

Bust another right again, uh, we on

Street nigga with the heart of a lion, I feel like the chosen one

Shooters clutching, we gon' give 'em a bald fade, bitch, you owe me one