Trying to take food off my plate
That's a problem in its own
Bitch I don't need no nigga
I'm gon rob you on my own
I bussed down the back door
They won't let me in
Way too much I don't measure what I spend
Go on get the juice
You can mix it with the gin
If you ain't trying to f*ck
Why you ask to get in
I ain't trying to break a sweat
Every time they see me they gon break they neck
Real street nigga I don't take to the threats
I'm gon get the crib with the gates and the pets
Nigga that's a bet
You be on the block with the real niggas don't it
If you ain't got shit everybody gon disown ya
I'm gon pop shit I ain't standing on the corner
A hundred shit only
Fake don't condone it
I don't like the way that you're talking
Please fix your tone when addressing me
You gon end up with a coffin
And robitussin ain't the recipe
I don't trust none of these niggas
And we can f*ck but you can't go
Real niggas forever poppin
And rip to bankroll
And that's real
Let me get straight to the point
I caught a case and then haters rejoiced
I did my time and got out of the joint
Screaming free bleek until I lose my voice
Streets talking and you know I'm listen
If it's a lie I don't pay it attention
While I was gon they was going against me
When I got back they was saying they missed me
They want to know
What I got to say
I'm back in position
Girl let's celebrate
Told my girl to get dressed and let's go on a date
She say bae where we going
I told her the bank
I got another deposit to make
I know you hate that I stay on the move
I got to pay a few bills and dues
And later I can pay attention you
When the beat drop I go straight to the moon
They wanna send me to substance abuse
They wanna know what I'm on in the booth
Three different drugs and a cup full of juice
I looked up to Wax
I'm kin to Bruce
I was chosen mane I didn't get to choose
I was chosen
Mane I didn't get to choose
PlayerMade Pralim - Chosen Freestyle (feat. Y.U.N.G Nino) Lyrics
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Trying to take food off my plate
That's a problem in its own
Bitch I don't need no nigga
I'm gon rob you on my own
I bussed down the back door
They won't let me in
Way too much I don't measure what I spend
Go on get the juice
You can mix it with the gin
If you ain't trying to f*ck
Why you ask to get in
I ain't trying to break a sweat
Every time they see me they gon break they neck
Real street nigga I don't take to the threats
I'm gon get the crib with the gates and the pets
Nigga that's a bet
You be on the block with the real niggas don't it
If you ain't got shit everybody gon disown ya
I'm gon pop shit I ain't standing on the corner
A hundred shit only
Fake don't condone it
I don't like the way that you're talking
Please fix your tone when addressing me
You gon end up with a coffin
And robitussin ain't the recipe
I don't trust none of these niggas
And we can f*ck but you can't go
Real niggas forever poppin
And rip to bankroll
And that's real
Let me get straight to the point
I caught a case and then haters rejoiced
I did my time and got out of the joint
Screaming free bleek until I lose my voice
Streets talking and you know I'm listen
If it's a lie I don't pay it attention
While I was gon they was going against me
When I got back they was saying they missed me
They want to know
What I got to say
I'm back in position
Girl let's celebrate
Told my girl to get dressed and let's go on a date
She say bae where we going
I told her the bank
I got another deposit to make
I know you hate that I stay on the move
I got to pay a few bills and dues
And later I can pay attention you
When the beat drop I go straight to the moon
They wanna send me to substance abuse
They wanna know what I'm on in the booth
Three different drugs and a cup full of juice
I looked up to Wax
I'm kin to Bruce
I was chosen mane I didn't get to choose
I was chosen
Mane I didn't get to choose
That's a problem in its own
Bitch I don't need no nigga
I'm gon rob you on my own
I bussed down the back door
They won't let me in
Way too much I don't measure what I spend
Go on get the juice
You can mix it with the gin
If you ain't trying to f*ck
Why you ask to get in
I ain't trying to break a sweat
Every time they see me they gon break they neck
Real street nigga I don't take to the threats
I'm gon get the crib with the gates and the pets
Nigga that's a bet
You be on the block with the real niggas don't it
If you ain't got shit everybody gon disown ya
I'm gon pop shit I ain't standing on the corner
A hundred shit only
Fake don't condone it
I don't like the way that you're talking
Please fix your tone when addressing me
You gon end up with a coffin
And robitussin ain't the recipe
I don't trust none of these niggas
And we can f*ck but you can't go
Real niggas forever poppin
And rip to bankroll
And that's real
Let me get straight to the point
I caught a case and then haters rejoiced
I did my time and got out of the joint
Screaming free bleek until I lose my voice
Streets talking and you know I'm listen
If it's a lie I don't pay it attention
While I was gon they was going against me
When I got back they was saying they missed me
They want to know
What I got to say
I'm back in position
Girl let's celebrate
Told my girl to get dressed and let's go on a date
She say bae where we going
I told her the bank
I got another deposit to make
I know you hate that I stay on the move
I got to pay a few bills and dues
And later I can pay attention you
When the beat drop I go straight to the moon
They wanna send me to substance abuse
They wanna know what I'm on in the booth
Three different drugs and a cup full of juice
I looked up to Wax
I'm kin to Bruce
I was chosen mane I didn't get to choose
I was chosen
Mane I didn't get to choose
Writer: Cortney Lewis
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