Yungen – Chosen Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
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, f*ck 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 f*ck, 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)
[Hook]
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