Chosen - Kamaiyah

Teacher said you wouldn’t be shit, but I ain’t never heard that

I had all the sense, I was just a little turnt ass

I knew I was smart, hit the ground and never turned back

Focus on my art and this shit ended up working

I can get the Birkin, but I love Che-nay-nay

Make money in my sleep, bitch, everyday’s a payday

Drop bags on myself, bombs away, bitch, mayday

Pop perky’s with champagne, now my ass cross faded

My life is amazing, used to pray, pray, pray

To wake up everyday with some cash in my safe

Wanna push a double R’s 'til my ass in a Wraith

Push speed 12's by the engine, now my ass wanna race

Now I’m smashing away, yelling «skrt, skrt, skrt»

Got cash in my safe and my purse, purse, purse

Get paid every day, fuck a first, first, first

Check my plate, a S waist, rocking fur, fur, fur

I made it out the ghetto, I’m a chosen ass bitch

With an iced up neck and a frozen ass wrist

Try to play me out, I won’t go for that shit

Bla-da-da, on me now, yeah, I’m holding that shit, uh

Big spendin', big limits

Big whips, all my cars all tinted

Big benji’s, boss Mrs

Fraud bitches, no, these hoes ain’t authentic

You rolling, no, I don’t do no hardcore drugs

But I’m a gangster, so all I know is hardcore plugs

Stepping out my Timb’s walking on soft, warm rugs

Know they hate on the low, but for me it’s all love

Shit, I hope we all spoiled, Rising and I conquer

Y’all hoes selling soft porn, no, not me, I’m bossed up

Got that drop, I-8, Why?

'Cause that one cost more

I’m a certified queen, heavyweight, I’m flossed up

If she try to play with me, that hoe got some bravery

Learn to love myself 'cause I know ain’t nobody saving me

One day they hating me, next day they praising me

I don’t trust shit, 'cause I done lost friends fatally

But I gotta stay focused, get my clique all rich

You ain’t never bossed if your clique ain’t lit

These newcomer hoes knew the shit I did

Respect me when I talk, 'cause I’m a big boss bitch

I made it out the ghetto, I’m a chosen ass bitch

With an iced up neck and a frozen ass wrist

Try to play me out, I won’t go for that shit

Bla-da-da, on me now, yeah, I’m holding that shit, uh

Big spendin', big limits

Big whips, all my cars all tinted

Big benji’s, boss Mrs

Fraud bitches, no, these hoes ain’t authentic