Luh Soldier Chosen One Lyrics
Chosen One by Luh Soldier
[Intro: Luh Soldier]
Monteezy
Yeah
Real
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I like this one
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Luh Soldier]
Hardest rapper of the motherfuckin' century
It ain't no killin' me, quit with the cap
I don't fuck with you, I don't wanna kick it
You ain't my dawg, I'm not giving you dap
Street nigga with the heart of a lion, I feel like the chosen one
Shooters clutching, we gon' give 'em a bald fade, bitch, you owe me one
Don't care 'bout who joining your team
Don't care who you with, that's how it is
My shooters gon' clear out the scene
Nigga, fuck who you with, and that's what it is
This money, I blow on my motherfuckin' men
No Crip, but I'm feelin' like Longway
She just wanna cuddle, I hung up the phone
I guess this lil' bitch had a long day
Shawty said, "Bae, why you gotta be gangster?"
That's my demeanor, and I can't help it
Whatever you want, know these young niggas got it
I gotta do better, used to be selfish
Granny so proud, she just knew it was comin'
Always in shit, but she knew I was thuggin'
Kicked out of school and she knew I was bummin'
Used to kick door and wasn't shit in my stomach
I'm in the streets tryna run up a rack
How could you young niggas sit on your ass?
I just pulled up in a big body Jag
On the way to the top, got my foot on the gas
Didn't play by the rules, man, a nigga was bad
Ask anybody, that's out the gate
Get money family, come joint the faculty
Soldier steppin', put that shit in they face
I'm in a whole 'nother state
But I got some killers that's straight out the Bay
I know some young niggas touchin' that weight
Everybody strapped, bitch, just know that we straight
Trap nigga, scale posted up in the cup holder
Got the Glock on my motherfuckin' hip
One in the head, it's however you play it
You say the wrong thing, you'll get shot in your lip
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Although I be having all this cash, baby still walk in the room, look like a check
And I don't mean no disrespect
But I wanna sex you, you sexy as heck
And I got teeth like a rabbit but she don't even care 'cause it's carats all over my neck
Buyin' Amiri's my habit, I'm ballin'
I said fuck the ref 'cause I bought me a tec
Keep a Glock close, I can reach it
I got some blood for the leeches
Give us everything or them shells gon' eject
I'm with Luh Soldier, we need that
And bitch, you gon' fire, no heat check
Bitch, you ain't die 'cause we ain't meet yet
East side breed killers, no defect (Huh)
Bitch, you ain't with us, you a reject (Uh-uh)
We still yelling gang, gang, gang, gang gang, gang gang
Me and my mans 'nem
40 on me, I'ma blam 'em
Police want conspiracy, goddamn 'em
Told lil' bro he can't ride in the car on Live
He might catch a murder on camera
Dropped out of school 'cause a wise man said
Don't go if you know you gotta take your camera
Lil' bro valid, now I got killers in Alabama
I'm in Chiraq, you know we made a lot of candlelights
Lot of moral writings
I'm lefty, used to tote with my right hand
Let lil' bro out at the light then
Bust another right again, uh, we on
[Outro: Luh Soldier]
Street nigga with the heart of a lion, I feel like the chosen one
Shooters clutching, we gon' give 'em a bald fade, bitch, you owe me one
Monteezy
Yeah
Real
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I like this one
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Luh Soldier]
Hardest rapper of the motherfuckin' century
It ain't no killin' me, quit with the cap
I don't fuck with you, I don't wanna kick it
You ain't my dawg, I'm not giving you dap
Street nigga with the heart of a lion, I feel like the chosen one
Shooters clutching, we gon' give 'em a bald fade, bitch, you owe me one
Don't care 'bout who joining your team
Don't care who you with, that's how it is
My shooters gon' clear out the scene
Nigga, fuck who you with, and that's what it is
This money, I blow on my motherfuckin' men
No Crip, but I'm feelin' like Longway
She just wanna cuddle, I hung up the phone
I guess this lil' bitch had a long day
Shawty said, "Bae, why you gotta be gangster?"
That's my demeanor, and I can't help it
Whatever you want, know these young niggas got it
I gotta do better, used to be selfish
Granny so proud, she just knew it was comin'
Always in shit, but she knew I was thuggin'
Kicked out of school and she knew I was bummin'
Used to kick door and wasn't shit in my stomach
I'm in the streets tryna run up a rack
How could you young niggas sit on your ass?
I just pulled up in a big body Jag
On the way to the top, got my foot on the gas
Didn't play by the rules, man, a nigga was bad
Ask anybody, that's out the gate
Get money family, come joint the faculty
Soldier steppin', put that shit in they face
I'm in a whole 'nother state
But I got some killers that's straight out the Bay
I know some young niggas touchin' that weight
Everybody strapped, bitch, just know that we straight
Trap nigga, scale posted up in the cup holder
Got the Glock on my motherfuckin' hip
One in the head, it's however you play it
You say the wrong thing, you'll get shot in your lip
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Although I be having all this cash, baby still walk in the room, look like a check
And I don't mean no disrespect
But I wanna sex you, you sexy as heck
And I got teeth like a rabbit but she don't even care 'cause it's carats all over my neck
Buyin' Amiri's my habit, I'm ballin'
I said fuck the ref 'cause I bought me a tec
Keep a Glock close, I can reach it
I got some blood for the leeches
Give us everything or them shells gon' eject
I'm with Luh Soldier, we need that
And bitch, you gon' fire, no heat check
Bitch, you ain't die 'cause we ain't meet yet
East side breed killers, no defect (Huh)
Bitch, you ain't with us, you a reject (Uh-uh)
We still yelling gang, gang, gang, gang gang, gang gang
Me and my mans 'nem
40 on me, I'ma blam 'em
Police want conspiracy, goddamn 'em
Told lil' bro he can't ride in the car on Live
He might catch a murder on camera
Dropped out of school 'cause a wise man said
Don't go if you know you gotta take your camera
Lil' bro valid, now I got killers in Alabama
I'm in Chiraq, you know we made a lot of candlelights
Lot of moral writings
I'm lefty, used to tote with my right hand
Let lil' bro out at the light then
Bust another right again, uh, we on
[Outro: Luh Soldier]
Street nigga with the heart of a lion, I feel like the chosen one
Shooters clutching, we gon' give 'em a bald fade, bitch, you owe me one