Chosen (feat. King Acne & Massa.Sol)

Yeah, break it down like the buds in a bowl
It's a process, time spent, mind gone
Figure out my options, stock rising
Before you know it, never seen a Martian
Goals down the road, don't you see the man marching
God's always watching through your eyes, see
Dedicate the words and let the inside of my mind preach
Put aside our differences, administer a time sheet
Started at the finish, can't diminish what's behind me
Working on the image to replenish what her mind need
See bass and scallops with some sake, at Geoffrey's
Wake up, hit the halo, where the fuck did the day go
I elevate my mind, travelin to Turks and Caicos
I don't need your disappointment, wether wed me if she say so
I've been living life a trial every day, slow
It's time to get some pesos
X and O to all my everyday foes
There's nothing if you cross me cause my faith chosen
Came out of the womb, Inflicted with wounds
Buried my muscle with blood in the tomb
Never did different, I bless in the booth
Struggle a day, yeah maybe two, but get back
I hustle hard to hit that, took some years
But now I'm traveling farther than my mishaps
Now I don't wanna trip that
Life happens in a different scale
Outweighing all the mismatch
And asking God for all my gifts back
I'm struggling to make my way through
But I'm praying to the All High
Make a breakthrough
And you know we never waste time
My fate is chosen
My future's golden
We all been through shit
I aint hopeless
My faith has chosen
My future's golden
We all been through shit
I aint hopeless
Back on my business
Set the bar, well, oh dear, die
Hide your women and kids, I
This nigga's a menace
When I walk in different places
No, my shit is respected
In this scoring box
Like a postgame shit
This like some Tetris
I got blocks scheduling for my bitches
That's not a bar, that's just some real spill
Been hunting the mills still
Fucking with the beats and not loving police
The word prime real estate
So now they hunting the streets
Struggling hunting the wheat
To bubbling under your seat
And if you don't feel the soul shoddy
You can damn sure feel the bass
Treading the stout from drowning
The nigga running in place
I'm whipping it down
Beverly feeling this life a maze
I bust a left right on Wilshire
Hit the stu for the day
I'll take the long way home
Smoking on 4-7 with my dawgs
The bowl big enough
So we all eating holy
But all heathens toasted
The four seasons life
Cheers my nigga
Pouring out like a bottle
of Dusse take a shot like its
Juice nigga been drinking
His problems
If I sip with the crew
pour the 5th cause its due
Won't do the fuck you think that's solving
Niggas listen to Marvin
As blips get to sparking
Blunts get to burning
And the world still turning
Mothers are still crying
Cause they babies still dying
Niggas are still wilding
Cause them crackers still lying
Packs is still flipping
Hoes is still tipping
Brown is still winning
And master is still killing y'all niggas
My fate is chosen
My future's golden
We all been through shit
I aint hopeless
My fate is chosen
My future's golden
We all been through shit
I aint hopeless