ILLClinton - Chosen lyrics

[Verse 1: Brennan] (rapping) How are you? It's Brennan Perry, baby, Nice to meet ya' The flow ether, got your main girl on my urethra Mesh it with that Blake Belair instrumental like Tempur-pedic No pun intended, but these ni**as sleepin' They sleeping hard, saying that I'll never make it Told them keep on dreaming Honestly, hope you go into a coma for three weekends Then wake up and be like yo ni**a what the f**k was I thinking ILLClinton ni**a, pledge the allegiance dog, we on that king s**t And real s**t, I don't want to sit in no cubicle I'd rather go to Australia and chill with a marsupial Flow unusual, you sleeping on me, you delusional Shorty told me f**k you, well b**** the feeling is mutual Brennan James a real ni**a, till they planning out my funeral Feel that itch for that money dog, all up in my cuticles, so… [Chorus: Brennan] (singing) I hope my brothers don't ever forget this mixtape I hope my sisters don't ever forget this mixtape And all my ni**as, don't ever forget this mixtape And all my women, don't ever forget this mixtape And all my people, don't ever forget this mixtape And all my family, don't ever forget this mixtape And all my people, don't ever forget this mixtape Forget this mixtape? Never forget this mixtape [Verse 2: Brennan] (singing) I use to lose sleep over old b*****s Now I never lose sleep about no b*****s I ain't worried, I ain't tripping ‘bout the gold diggers Or these hoe b*****s They know a ni**a gone blow, so they on a ni**a I need a real one, to put it on a ni**a And I ain't never trick off on no lame hoe And then I'm switching lanes, smoking on that good dope Ex girl call me, baby. I just let it ring though… Chorus (Repeat)