The Chosen Lyrics
[Intro]
Justice League
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine & Jae Skeese]
They wanna know what I got on the wrist cost me
Plottin' to get it off me, this ain't water, this shit coffee
Brownstones, bitch, this the Cosbys
A nigga still slidin' with sticks like Sid Crosby
I used to flip doggy, got on my hip
I lift off me if niggas get froggy
Told the record label, "You got forty-eight hours," like Nick Nolte
To restructure the deal, the numbers only insult me
They send satellites to space and it traced an intelligent life when it came across me
Niggas gon' be pourin' out D'Ussé if niggas double cross me
The wrist frosty, the gift godly, y'all Kriss Kross to me
Y'all lil' niggas got it backwards
Bro do the steppin' and he not a Kappa
Push the black and yellow Maybach
Niggas thinkin' I was cabber
It's not a rapper that I fear, you niggas not a factor
Yeah, I cross my T's, dotted my I's
Rap nigga still struggle to eat, I'm not surprised
Look, I got it out of the streets and I survived
Third degree, that's from all of the heat that I provide (Woah)
[Verse 2: Jae Skeese & Conway the Machine]
Look, I make them salty motherf*ckers uncomfortable
'Cause when they see that dog in your heart, they wanna muzzle you
And Weez used to tell me them niggas is drinkin' hundred proof
Thinkin' that they can f*ck with you, so give 'em more lines and see a sucker [?]
Machine indestructible, them same brownstones got my bitch lookin' like a young Clair Huxtable
They say, "Machine, it ain't fair if niggas dare f*ck with you
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It's clear cut that you the king, nigga," yeah
[Verse 3: Jae Skeese]
Machine lead the team, I'm runnin' up the seam, nigga
It's like Michael Thomas and Brees, nigga
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