Chosen ft. King Acne & Massa.Sol Lyrics

Yeah, break it down like the buds in a bowl

It's a process, time spent, mind gone

Figure out my options, stock rising

Before you know it, never seen a Martian

Goals down the road, don't you see the man marching

God's always watching through your eyes, see

Dedicate the words and let the inside of my mind preach

Put aside our differences, administer a time sheet

Started at the finish, can't diminish what's behind me

Working on the image to replenish what her mind need

See bass and scallops with some sake, at Geoffrey's

Wake up, hit the halo, where the fuck did the day go

I elevate my mind, travelin to Turks and Caicos

I don't need your disappointment, wether wed me if she say so

I've been living life a trial every day, slow

It's time to get some pesos

X and O to all my everyday foes

There's nothing if you cross me cause my faith chosen

Came out of the womb, Inflicted with wounds

Buried my muscle with blood in the tomb

Never did different, I bless in the booth

Struggle a day, yeah maybe two, but get back

I hustle hard to hit that, took some years

But now I'm traveling farther than my mishaps

Now I don't wanna trip that

Life happens in a different scale

Outweighing all the mismatch

And asking God for all my gifts back

I'm struggling to make my way through

But I'm praying to the All High

Make a breakthrough

And you know we never waste time

My fate is chosen

My future's golden

We all been through shit

I aint hopeless

My faith has chosen

My future's golden

We all been through shit

I aint hopeless

Back on my business

Set the bar, well, oh dear, die

Hide your women and kids, I

This nigga's a menace

When I walk in different places

No, my shit is respected

In this scoring box

Like a postgame shit

This like some Tetris

I got blocks scheduling for my bitches

That's not a bar, that's just some real spill

Been hunting the mills still

Fucking with the beats and not loving police

The word prime real estate

So now they hunting the streets

Struggling hunting the wheat

To bubbling under your seat

And if you don't feel the soul shoddy

You can damn sure feel the bass

Treading the stout from drowning

The nigga running in place

I'm whipping it down

Beverly feeling this life a maze

I bust a left right on Wilshire

Hit the stu for the day

I'll take the long way home

Smoking on 4-7 with my dawgs

The bowl big enough

So we all eating holy

But all heathens toasted

The four seasons life

Cheers my nigga

Pouring out like a bottle

of Dusse take a shot like its

Juice nigga been drinking

His problems

If I sip with the crew

pour the 5th cause its due

Won't do the fuck you think that's solving

Niggas listen to Marvin

As blips get to sparking

Blunts get to burning

And the world still turning

Mothers are still crying

Cause they babies still dying

Niggas are still wilding

Cause them crackers still lying

Packs is still flipping

Hoes is still tipping

Brown is still winning

And master is still killing y'all niggas

My fate is chosen

My future's golden

We all been through shit

I aint hopeless

My fate is chosen

My future's golden

We all been through shit

I aint hopeless