Gordo - Chosen Wun lyrics

The life I live, I, I don't even think I should be here. I feel, how the f** you gone stop God's plan is what I'm saying? Y'all n***as really think y'all bout to stop what the f** I'm about to do. Putting the 864 on? hahaha Yo June Bug! I got you Young boy with the talents, bout to take the sh** out to Dallas Get fake n***as real pissed then, I start a fight in the Palace Dean's list the cla**es, I'm chemo for the cancers I'm on the syrup, real heavy, my blood thick as mola**es And my time right now boy, and I know the ropes like Cowboys All you do is shout boy, for that? that click clack pow boy If my raps don't sell, I know accounting gone pay me well Heard you n***as from the Ville, y'all Tryna sound so ATL These boys say the move the bricks, these boys ain't doing sh** You n***as Rose, then tore ya ACL, got damn some bull sh** The hustle is so beautiful, I'll grind til my funeral I got her singing on my mic, she told you she was at the studio.. Oh lord Hook When they say they real, they usually the phony ones Got bad b**hes that owe me one, I know I'm not the only one, but I'm the chosen Yeah yeah I'm the chosen Wun And these days the world is my shoulders, and I'll work til in a coma From the Ville to Oklahoma, I'm the chosen one.... Yeah, I say yeah yeah I'm the chosen one Verse 2 I'm the chosen one, but they owe me too I told music, all I want is you All I do is spit the truth and work but that's nothing new On the green like dew Give n***as buckets when I hoop They still be on ol Buddy dick I was a freshman and gave him 42 Chip on the shoulder, but the shoulder straight Got goons for all the horse play Been with the same n***as since fourth grade Y'all n***as rap? Yeah, to go plates It's all love, when I know they hate I keep it real, when I know they fake I put my fans on the Ross fit, why? Cause I made them over wait I smile, I grin, I sin, got fam, f** friends f** the gin you on, n***a are you genuine? I need MySpace, f** Tom, Ima bomb Got bars like a con, gotta flow like Nas When you rap they just be like hell nah, Suave Hook When they say they real, they usually the phony ones Got bad b**hes that owe me one, I know I'm not the only one, but I'm the chosen Wun Yeah yeah I'm the chosen Wun And these days the world is my shoulders, and I'll work til in a coma From the Ville to Oklahoma, I'm the chosen one.... Yeah, I say yeah yeah I'm the chosen one Can a young n***a turn Greenville into Dreamville? I mean can these n***as still dream still? But chase dreams until they seem real? I mean, can I sign the deal, for 3 mill, but be deep still? With goons in the cut like manicans, why? Because they keep still Cause my n***a Mayes, stuck in a maze, and I feel amazed, bu tI'm spitting flames Can't f** with lames, stayed in my lanes, I'm so 100 you can keep the change I'm in a rage, 21 in age, I swear to God this is not a phase Most my n***as had bright futures but just got caught in rain, dang Hook When they say they real, they usually the phony ones Got bad b**hes that owe me one, I know I'm not the only one, but I'm the chosen Wun Yeah yeah I'm the chosen Wun And these days the world is my shoulders, and I'll work til in a coma From the Ville to Oklahoma, I'm the chosen one.... Yeah, I say yeah yeah I'm the chosen one