Canvas - Chosen lyrics

[Intro: Ave Campbell] You ever wondered what would happen if them Venture n***as linked up with them Mafia n***a? [Verse 1: Ave Campbell] They say this n***as an enigma Sipping elixir, staring at pictures and listening to records I was gone for a second, came back wit a vengeance, warned em ‘bout seeking repentance The path of forgiveness starts wit admittance, to the god, I came from mount olympus Harvard diction, Auntie said you too gifted, keep an eye on them grinches Whoever tripping, they could get it, I meant it, slay the world like Sir Nicholas I'm non-fiction, non slipping, non switching Somebody please tell them b**h a** n***as to stop b**hing Know I love that, ask me how I does that, know my name ring bells like the hunchback Now I'm off that Man of action, talk is cheap just to make it clear Grind mode, still showboat like auctioneers Get often stares, often it appears I'm off in air On the go art flow, I should off an ear Bless the world wit my throwaways Smartest n***a in the cla** with the lowest grades Cause I, always knew my calling wasn't in no f**in test scores and I ain't need a sign like a wet floor [Hook: Ave Campbell & Canva$] The stars aligned and the sky opened If it's understood its not spoken Gold tomb I awoke in, focused (I'm the motherf**in) Chosen (I'm the motherf**in) Chosen (I'm the motherf**in) Chosen (I'm the motherf**in) Chosen (I'm the motherf**in) Chosen [Verse 2: Canva$] The smartest thing I've ever done was play stupid Seen thru ya fake love, I watched you put them horns on Cupid I guess you thought my dreams weren't lucid, as if I had no control of my pot of gold, what ever you think is useless Im a business man, you lil n***as consumers I flip money, ya money go right thru ya Lack of intelligence keeps you boys irrelevant Can't be topic of conversation without any dedication You either mop floors, or open coliseum doors Rich or poor, homie the choice is yours You rather lay back, stay strap, and complain that you hate this, hate that You sound stupid You running out of excuses, you don't keep a small circle, you boys f** with a Rubrics Have a talent ? Go & use it, makes money, then abuse it, work hard, never lose it You aren't given a path , motherf**er you gotta choose it So, I've been the chosen since I've been in motion Tell them jerks to keep the lotion cause p**y juice be my potion Cold world, so I can only trust myself I'll be awake at my wake just to bury myself We clear Beans [Hook: Ave Campbell & Canva$] The stars aligned and the sky opened If it's understood its not spoken Gold tomb I awoke in, focused (I'm the motherf**in) Chosen (I'm the motherf**in) Chosen (I'm the motherf**in) Chosen (I'm the motherf**in) Chosen (I'm the motherf**in) Chosen