We don't have to worry, we're the chosen ones
Stunted my growth, I ain't wanna let Harlem down
But now I'm running to the light, I'm evolving now
Couple niggas that used to mob is not around
I don't need yours, so I'm never laying my problems down
The voice of God come through the pen as I jot it down
Same niggas who had it before, they ain't got it now
Couple idols was balling, but falling out of bounds
Hating niggas like loose change, they out of pocket now
Even some family treat me like a target now
Stop chasing profit now, I'm talking like a prophet now
I don't give a fuck about the gossip now
Nobody is operating off of logic now
I'm empathic, your energy, I'm dodging now
I'd rather be in Miami getting massages now
Nowadays, a lot of shit don't interest me
A Grammy cool, but I love it when they Pinterest me
I found heaven on earth walking through misery
I'm a vessel for the truth, no sensory
From now on, my meetings is on a boat
I ain't wear no shirt for a week, wiggling toes
Bump Diana Ross while we spilling the rose
Driver for the Rolls and rocking designer clothes
High off life, we overdosed
Live in real life, we ain't worried 'bout a post
T-Ferg ain't never carried the toast
We protected 'cause we the ones chose
We protected 'cause we the ones chose
We don't have to worry, we're the chosen ones
We don't have to worry
Everything is mathematics and science
Maybe that explains the gravity I'm defying
They couldn't get used to this pressure that I'm applying
Most niggas just hop on songs and start lying
I got historical facts in these raps
This verse should be up in the Vatican, in the golden cabinet
I flow like I've been here before, I'm time traveling
I start the wave up, and y'all just catch a splash paddling
I was born talented, Daddy took me shopping with Puff
I wasn't rapping then, I was barely tapping in
Pops in my grandma kitchen scribble-scrabbling
Turned out to be a Bad Boy logo on the napkin
Let you know how far you could go, when you passionate
Everywhere I got in life, I had to first imagine it
Couldn't play the corner, Mama wasn't having it
I printed and hustled shirts I got from the Africans
Wholesale, never knew I'll blow with the vocals
Always thought rappers was corny, I didn't know well
Till I seen how Ye did it and plus Pharrell
Shopping in SoHo, it used to be at Modell's
Love it when she a lill ghetto and a model
Chanel from Procell and French tip toenails
Glowed up in the Range like a Opel
Buying out properties, I'm looking at a hotel
Yeah
We don't have to worry, we're the chosen ones
We don't have to worry, we're the chosen ones
We're the chosen ones, we're the chosen
We are, oh, oh, oh
We don't have to worry, we're the chosen ones
We don't have to worry, have to worry
We're the chosen, we're the chosen ones
Lord, give me answers
Lord, will you show me the way?
Lord, give me answers
Darold, I'm so proud of the man that you have become
In my heart and mind, I always knew you were special
You're wonderful, intelligent, thoughtful, creative, talented, and successful
I think about all of the milestones you've reached over the years
And goals that you still aim to reach
All I wanna say is, continue to reach for the stars and move forward, my son
Achieve all that your heart desires in life
Love you, Mom
