Yungen - Chosen

I don't care what you read in some Youtube comments
I'm the guy in my ends
What BM's den in the school where I'm rockin' that net
When I drive my Benz
My bro fold me from the can, and he told me to mind my friends
Now that's only fam, I know gigs relate
All I do is grind in cement
All I did is grind in stock
Aught sneaky by gusts
Ever since I came from Jamaica always gettin' cash
All I knew is pies and that match
Fam all stash, West end king man, splash
Them girls said mans flash
Always on the move, way with no lashes
Do the 150 and I let it crash
Then mine popped up yesterday
My car chapped, hit me 'bout shoes
Big grime souls, big girls souls
Yeah I got a big tongue for the goose
I say shot that day, I wear a scarface
Thank God that I never got booed
Them cats used to call me Alfie
That fool would take them to the moon
Rain drop, drop top
Your wifey connects to my hotspot
You don't get called, you're cockblocked
I'm a shotta' Teddy Bruckshot
Yeah I go hard and I
Try and still got bars
And I had a browning called Carla
The only thing I miss is Carla's back
Bang. we ain't the same
You're in the Astro, I'm in the Range
You're just the after, F all the fame
I bus on the tube, I can't get on the train
They love when I say, they not in our lanes
I'm done with the talkin' and I'm done with the game
Sonny was sortin', chokin', testin' his aim
Don't call mans names

Ridin', rollin', drivin', stolen'
Wavey ocean, hate me, chosen

Ridin', rollin', drivin', stolen'
Wavey ocean, hate me, chosen

Ridin', rollin', drivin', stolen'
Wavey ocean, hate me, chosen

Ridin', rollin', drivin', stolen'
Wavey ocean, hate me, chosen

Black whip, black jeans
Black crep, black hoodie
Black bottles, black models
I'm paid in full ways, boogie
From the council estate to the states
My boy Louis will ride for me fully
And he's got so many toy stories
I ain't got a Woody
It's been a light year, I got my buzz back
She wanna bang, fuck that
Cuz' that's roadie
Love trap, he in the bandola
Where the drugs at?
In a batmobile, like it's Gotham
I wear the teeth, now man's flossin'
Got more stacks than the whole block poppin'
No niceness could save us from the coffin
'Bout the evil, I bought pinkies
For my people
Roll up, got the whole block froze up
When we skrrt 'round in that black Beetle
Call me Gucci man, I'm a Gucci man
Feral in the hood, Gucci man
Pain ting, sugar brain
After we fuck, don't use my name
Where you been?
You waffle, you don't get cream
Levi got a number one for the team
He told us mans that winners in the jeans
Everything clean, twenty racks in the supreme
Odds man really do green
Got Alice under the whip, she don't wanna be seen
She know she can't be my queen


Ridin', rollin', drivin', stolen'
Wavey ocean, hate me, chosen

Ridin', rollin', drivin', stolen'
Wavey ocean, hate me, chosen

Ridin', rollin', drivin', stolen'
Wavey ocean, hate me, chosen

Ridin', rollin', drivin', stolen'
Wavey ocean, hate me, chosen

Ridin', rollin', drivin', stolen'
Wavey ocean, hate me, chosen

Ridin', rollin', drivin', stolen'
Wavey ocean, hate me, chosen

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