Chosen (feat. King Acne & Massa.Sol)

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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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