This goes out to my boys in planet
Never would switch up take em for granted
Felt the regret hard when big mike passed on
We all caught a fire spark light gas on
Switch up, wrist up who's time is it?
Little hand on 3 and Gods hand on me
3:0Beak, the boys undefeated
I've every bit of soul that your mind needed
Cocky and arrogance is not my fragrance
I take deep breaths and hop in the matrix
I'm livin' what I'm spittin'
It's saliva revival
My notebook of Poems in the Mexican Bible
Feelin' like a king but actin godly
One more shout to camps and Audi
They helped me grow,they helped my flow
When I was Beakerageous, barely known
Now I'm on Everest, dope like crack
Heroin crevices am I on that?
Nah, I'm opium petroleum high and wanted
I can have everything and still die conscious
Feeling really good and still I'm nauseous
In the booth inside my walk in closet
You feel me man?
Paraplegic by far my number 1 fans
Only be defeated if my God don't stand
Don't grip to my life I just grip God's hands
Pain is the number 1 cause of lessons
A man that is humble was once caught flexin
A man that's loyal was once caught testin
A know it all man was never really questioned
Picked outta line hand chosen by God
Yeah I got them hooked like Alcindor Jabar
Memories racin through my eyelids
Apple should sponsor the dreams that I did
Listening to music was a fixture of mine
The speakers and bass gave me a place to find
Comfort reflect and i-o-n
The Lord got me higher than Zi-o-n
O-b-e-y or g-o d-I
E is not a drug I need to be LIVE
Behave calmly, when I see rhymes
Then I get wild, sting like Beehives
Ill, I know fa certain it's all well worth it
My own scratchin post that I can perfect
Y'all fadeaway like the german Dirkin
Soundin like Magic, the sicker version
Don't you ever think that this is a hobby
I could sit for hours outside of a lobby
For nothing at all, milking the pen
Sittin there staring, imagining
Pain is the number 1 cause of lessons
A man that is humble was once caught flexin
A man that's loyal was once caught testin
A know it all man was never really questioned
AC Joon - God's Chosen Lyrics
AC Joon - God's Chosen Lyrics
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This goes out to my boys in planet
Never would switch up take em for granted
Felt the regret hard when big mike passed on
We all caught a fire spark light gas on
Switch up, wrist up who's time is it?
Little hand on 3 and Gods hand on me
3:0Beak, the boys undefeated
I've every bit of soul that your mind needed
Cocky and arrogance is not my fragrance
I take deep breaths and hop in the matrix
I'm livin' what I'm spittin'
It's saliva revival
My notebook of Poems in the Mexican Bible
Feelin' like a king but actin godly
One more shout to camps and Audi
They helped me grow,they helped my flow
When I was Beakerageous, barely known
Now I'm on Everest, dope like crack
Heroin crevices am I on that?
Nah, I'm opium petroleum high and wanted
I can have everything and still die conscious
Feeling really good and still I'm nauseous
In the booth inside my walk in closet
You feel me man?
Paraplegic by far my number 1 fans
Only be defeated if my God don't stand
Don't grip to my life I just grip God's hands
Pain is the number 1 cause of lessons
A man that is humble was once caught flexin
A man that's loyal was once caught testin
A know it all man was never really questioned
Picked outta line hand chosen by God
Yeah I got them hooked like Alcindor Jabar
Memories racin through my eyelids
Apple should sponsor the dreams that I did
Listening to music was a fixture of mine
The speakers and bass gave me a place to find
Comfort reflect and i-o-n
The Lord got me higher than Zi-o-n
O-b-e-y or g-o d-I
E is not a drug I need to be LIVE
Behave calmly, when I see rhymes
Then I get wild, sting like Beehives
Ill, I know fa certain it's all well worth it
My own scratchin post that I can perfect
Y'all fadeaway like the german Dirkin
Soundin like Magic, the sicker version
Don't you ever think that this is a hobby
I could sit for hours outside of a lobby
For nothing at all, milking the pen
Sittin there staring, imagining
Pain is the number 1 cause of lessons
A man that is humble was once caught flexin
A man that's loyal was once caught testin
A know it all man was never really questioned
Never would switch up take em for granted
Felt the regret hard when big mike passed on
We all caught a fire spark light gas on
Switch up, wrist up who's time is it?
Little hand on 3 and Gods hand on me
3:0Beak, the boys undefeated
I've every bit of soul that your mind needed
Cocky and arrogance is not my fragrance
I take deep breaths and hop in the matrix
I'm livin' what I'm spittin'
It's saliva revival
My notebook of Poems in the Mexican Bible
Feelin' like a king but actin godly
One more shout to camps and Audi
They helped me grow,they helped my flow
When I was Beakerageous, barely known
Now I'm on Everest, dope like crack
Heroin crevices am I on that?
Nah, I'm opium petroleum high and wanted
I can have everything and still die conscious
Feeling really good and still I'm nauseous
In the booth inside my walk in closet
You feel me man?
Paraplegic by far my number 1 fans
Only be defeated if my God don't stand
Don't grip to my life I just grip God's hands
Pain is the number 1 cause of lessons
A man that is humble was once caught flexin
A man that's loyal was once caught testin
A know it all man was never really questioned
Picked outta line hand chosen by God
Yeah I got them hooked like Alcindor Jabar
Memories racin through my eyelids
Apple should sponsor the dreams that I did
Listening to music was a fixture of mine
The speakers and bass gave me a place to find
Comfort reflect and i-o-n
The Lord got me higher than Zi-o-n
O-b-e-y or g-o d-I
E is not a drug I need to be LIVE
Behave calmly, when I see rhymes
Then I get wild, sting like Beehives
Ill, I know fa certain it's all well worth it
My own scratchin post that I can perfect
Y'all fadeaway like the german Dirkin
Soundin like Magic, the sicker version
Don't you ever think that this is a hobby
I could sit for hours outside of a lobby
For nothing at all, milking the pen
Sittin there staring, imagining
Pain is the number 1 cause of lessons
A man that is humble was once caught flexin
A man that's loyal was once caught testin
A know it all man was never really questioned
Writer: Agustin Contreras Jr.
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