O.G.C. - Chosen one

I'm in the booth and I'm recording
With the backwood in my hand
This nigga dissing on the net
But he know damn well he a fan
I'm gone keep on going hard
Until they put me in the can
Walk up in the club
I bet your bitch know who I am
Who is he
I'm the chosen one
Why the fuck you got your hand out
Like I owe you some
Keep on flexing all them straps
You aint the only one
If you speak on 3 and 9
Then we gone show you some

I'm inside this bitch I let my chain hang
I know some niggas doing time
Inside the chain game
If it's up there then its stuck there
Aint no going back
This shit get real this shit too serious
Like a heart attack
Say what you want about them niggas
Know they getting money
Smart as the fuck but if its war
Just know we going dummy
I show my ass and it don't matter anywhere we at
And if you speaking on lil Zay
It aint no coming back
We them grave digging niggas
We don't give a fuck about what you thought
We cut of the lights roll down the window
All you see was sparks
My niggas be dropping shit outline the body bring the tape
We sent him to heavens gates
Since that lil boy want to play

I'm in the booth and I'm recording
With the backwood in my hand
This nigga dissing on the net
But he know damn well he a fan
I'm gone keep on going hard
Until they put me in the can
Walk up in the club
I bet your bitch know who I am
Who is he
I'm the chosen one
Why the fuck you got your hand out
Like I owe you some
Keep on flexing all them straps
You aint the only one
If you speak on 3 and 9
Then we gone show you some

Written by:
Chris Jefferson

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