Chosen (feat. Findy)

Hit up my phone when your pockets is bready Don't hit up my phone if your pockets ain't ready You want a verse, boy you better be bready Spit on the beat got me feeling like Brady How you gon' hate on the boy like you better Don't need designer to be a trendsetter Spoke to a pornstar bitch in Atlanta Giving out beats got me feeling like Santa(yuh) I needed a beat so I made me one Niggas stingy they ain't wanna give me one Girl I got me this win because I am the one I'm not hating but these niggas is my sons Niggas tripping because I been the chosen one When I started the race I knew I would win Girl I came from the bottom it's how it's been XSO goons we gon' hit up the banks Bando Bandit I move up the ranks Boy I got bands you got margiela pants Went to the hood and they said you use grants I do what I do and I do what you can't Yall see that I'm up and all you do is rant I'm getting money in pounds, not rands Girl I do magic I'll spawn in some racks Yea we stuffin da bands in da bag Louis V on us you ain't got no tag They be fuckin wit what I don't jack I need me some garments that come from Japan They flexin da shit that we already had Get money da motto you know das a fact Need me a glock wit a switch and a mag One thing bout my bruddas they really dont lack F*ck it I'm talkin bout shit they packin When we hop Inna function man what is happening ? (woah) Act like you know me ,man what is bracking? Keep my pants onna low man im really sagging (oh yea) Hate a nigga dat won't stop wit yapping Also hate a nigga dat won't stop wit capping (yea) I do not talk I be really rapping I remember when I was a nigga trapping (no cap) Now I got stacks wit a booty clappin She like, "omg Findy like what you packing?" If I pull out da simi I get to clappin I'm finna do it and I'm finna make it happen Got it on me and a nigga swaggin Tana be packin a switch n he really having Yo my niggas got it and really they neva lacking You could stop wit da talkin, I'm hearing chatting (yea) (yea,yea) (woah)