Spodee - Chosen lyrics

[Intro: B.o.B] I don't do much talking, let the money do it for me And I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for me I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen [Verse 1: T.I.] Hey now you know I don't do no talking, I let my diamond do it for me But I'm blowing on loud, yea that's another story Catch me in the building on the 37th story with a bad b**h screaming like I'm bringing her to glory Glory, yup, we the bank roll mob, she can run from the dick but she can't go far I'm in the Dominican Republic, got a couple b**hes f**ing on some cherry red seats and a mango card A mango card? I know you heard about that, still a dope boy got birds on deck Talking parakeets though, cause you a stool pigeon know you can't wait to run and spread the word bout that And I never will let 'em, a p**y n***a keep me from being dope boy fresh And they ain't gon' get it cause it is n***a, you can bet the bank on that [Hook: B.o.B] I don't do much talking, let the money do it for me And I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for me I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen (And what it mean when you come up from the bottom?) That just mean that you was chosen And I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for me I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen [Verse 2: B.o.B] I can bet every chain on every verse I ever wrote, on every phrase on every note No wedding ring, but I'm married though to the game for forever more You in the game but you never score, in every lane I'm exceptional I'm on a plane where you never go And they tell me that life is a b**h but I much prefer mary jane as a better ho Aye, you see most of y'all n***as just fake to me, stories made up like Maybelline My n***as good for life, y'all still trying to get from point A to B And they say silence is golden, so my wrist be talking sh** for me And haters can't help but hate, sh** I can't help but be chosen [Hook: B.o.B] [Verse 3: Spodee] A up on my fitted cap, my momma told me always give the critics (snap) Balling with the homies they can try and run up on me We gon' start tripping like they invented maps Jordan's with denim vests, spending more than your mortgage on Vino Pet Roll up the cigars, amino fat Not so big, hunnits come out the side She ain't s**ing dick, she gotta jump out the ride Another one that's choosing, that's the one I'll oblige Focus on the money, only vocal for the moment n***as scavenging the hunger, wondering how I survived For them beat the double but the triple Burn em like a griddle, play a s**a' n***a like a fiddle I don't say a word if I'm a k** em Soon as I get the watch, just put em in the Nets Kerry Kittles [Hook: B.o.B]