Chosen - Yungen

I don’t care what you read in some YouTube comments

I’m the guy in my ends

I’ve got BM’s doing the school run

Brucking their neck when I drive my Benz

My bro phoned me from the can

And he told me to mind my friends

Now it’s only fam I know Giggs relates

All I do is grind and spend

All I do is grind and stack

Ask Sneaky why I’m gassed

Ever since I come from Jamaica

I was getting cash

All I knew is pies and a mash

Fam ask dash, West End ting man splash

'Dem girls said man’s flash

I was on the motorway with no licence

Doing one fifty and I nearly crashed (skrr)

'Dem man popped up yesterday

Man can’t chat to me about tunes

Got big grime songs, big girl songs

Yeah I’ve got a big song for the goons

I used to shot a bit, I weren’t Scarface

Thank God that I never got boomed

The cats used to call me Alfie

That food would take them to the moon (moon, moon)

Raindrop, drop top

Your wifey connects to my hotspot

You don’t get gyal you’re a cockblock

I’m a shotta, Teddy Bruckshot

Yeah I go hard and that

Charting, still got bars and that

Had a browning called Carla

The only thing I missed is Carla’s back

Bang, we ain’t the same

You’re in a Astra, I’m in a Range

You’re just an actor, eff all the fame

I buss on the Tube but can’t get on the train

They love when I say it, they’re not in our lane

I’m done with the talking, done with the games

Sonny was sorting, chalking, testing his aim

Don’t call man’s names

Ridin', rollin'

Drivin', stolen

Wavey, ocean

Hate me, chosen

Ridin', rollin'

Drivin', stolen

Wavey, ocean

Hate me, chosen

Ridin', rollin'

Drivin', stolen

Wavey, ocean

Hate me, chosen

Ridin', rollin'

Drivin', stolen

Wavey, ocean

Hate me, chosen

Black whip, black jeans

Black crep, black hoodie

Black bottles, black models

I’m paid in full ways, boogie

From a council estate to the sticks

My bro Lou will ride for me fully

And he’s got so many toy stories

I ain’t gotta ask Woody

It’s been a light year

I got my buzz back

She wanna bang, fuck that

Course does road, he loves trap

In the bando like «where the drugs at?»

In the Batmobile like it’s Gotham

I want the teeth, now a man’s flossing

Got mo' stacks than a whole block popping

No night nurse can save from the coffin

Duck the evil, I bought pinkies

For my people

Roll up had the whole block froze up

When we skrr round in that black Beetle

Call me Gucci Mane, I mean Gucci man

Feral in the hood, Gucci man

Peng ting, stupid brain

After we fuck, don’t use my name (oh no)

Where you been (huh?)

You waffle, you don’t get cream

Levi got a number one for the team

He told us man that winner’s in the genes

Everything clean, 20 racks in the supreme

Us man really do green

Got Alexandra in the whip

She don’t wanna be seen

She knows she can’t be my queen (haha)

Ridin', rollin'

Drivin', stolen

Wavey, ocean

Hate me, ch-ch-chosen

Ridin', rollin'

Drivin', stolen

Wavey, ocean

Hate me, cho-chosen

Ridin', rollin'

Drivin', stolen

Wavey, ocean

Hate me