Chosen Few

(album: V.6: The Gift - 2012)

I've got to live life to the fullest
Put it all in the hands of the knife and these bullets
They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push
I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush
It's just me against the world
When I get to where I'm going
I'ma show 'em where I'm from
I ain't cool with what they gave me
I'ma get this money son (yeah)
Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none
More than every nigga born in the slum

You know death's around
The corner but you still go
Life is a kick in the ass
With a steel toe, when you chasing that real dough
And I'm down to get mine wherever wheels go
Wings on the ones I love but the finner things so
With all that being said I let it ring whole
Chill through the winter, spend summer for a screen slow
Check out my lingo, jamaican terminology
Follow me, then swallow me, it's no apology
That's a part of me, probably why they honour me
I gotta be, top lottery, high commodity
Although it's like a job to me
It's highway robbery
Ride with me, where to?
To the top, obviously
I lost my pops in October, it made me colder
No longer able to stand shoulder to shoulder
You know where you're sober
No rewind, no control, no degree, no diploma
Just the heart of a soldier

I've got to live life to the fullest
Put it all in the hands of the knife and these bullets
They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push
I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush
It's just me against the world
When I get to where I'm going
I'ma show 'em where I'm from
I ain't cool with what they gave me
I'ma get this money son (yeah)
Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none
More than every nigga born in the slum

They ain't given to me so I took it chopped bagged and cooked it
Then take it for granted never overlooked it
Now the bullshit came in, and went out of the other ear
Coming from the hood, lucky to see another year
Zip another bodybag up, shed another tear
When I'm all willing then we gone up the upper tear
It ain't nothing like opening the frigde, and it ain't nothing there
Everybody talking at the same time, nothing clear
Yeah, what's a father supposed to tell his kids
When the revolver become their relatives
And they going harder than they ever did
We all die but do we ever live

I've got to live life to the fullest
Put it all in the hands of the knife and these bullets
They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push
I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush
It's just me against the world
When I get to where I'm going
I'ma show 'em where I'm from
I ain't cool with what they gave me
I'ma get this money son (yeah)
Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none
More than every nigga born in the slum

Sound same as all automatic, I was at it again
Tackle my chin at me or my kin, t hought I was limb
Brought up my kid to Devil's stadium
Red rights if you play with him
But this gift, I'm flaming them lost and they half demon
I sun up with my shady style
Young and dumb and wavy ride
Chaos every day we see, cripple own the way we lie
You know I'm one hundred you ever gave me five
Son got about this, still hurt from the way he died
I rather take an army with me
'Til then I'm living, fucking bitches, popping Dom, I'm pissy
You piss me off and they picking
I'm way to hard to listen
I'm way to red, I put my future on my dark history

I've got to live life to the fullest
Put it all in the hands of the knife and these bullets
They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push
I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush
It's just me against the world
When I get to where I'm going
I'ma show 'em where I'm from
I ain't cool with what they gave me
I'ma get this money son (yeah)
Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none
More than every nigga born in the slum

Yeah, real nigga shit
Smoke out to it
Zone out to it
Count a half a million dollars cash
Live life to the fullest, niggas
For those not here
For those still here
G-Unit, D-Block
My nigga Banks, y'all ready
Let's get it