Enter on the mic like I'm the chosen one I got Obi-Wan screaming what have you done? Feeling like a God, Helios, I rose from the sun I remember playing Modern Warfare 2 at the favela Chopper raining down on you, you dancing like you Cinderella Twenty-five kills dropping nukes with my fellas You can never do it like I do Because I everything I do I do it so stellar, huh 'Cause I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the chosen one I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the chosen one I'm the ones, we the ones, we the chosen ones We the ones, we the ones, we the chosen ones Uh-huh, uh-huh, I'm the chosen one Knew it since I was a kid, only dream I have Is putting myself up on the grid Feeling like I came from outer space Like the Saiyan race I want this more than half the people tryna chase You can see it in my face Every time I lose I come back in a different head space I hit home runs while y'all can't even first base Your mind is in another place, you just think about fame And saving face, I just care about making shit that go Outlive my days and leave behind a trace of who I was No matter what they say A legacy that gon' get passed down the family tree You can never dream to be who I will be Got drive like a super bee Fuck with me, I hit you with a burn talking third degree Like Charizard I'm breathing fire, super effective Got the multiplier, I spit on the mic like it's some gunfire I call the shots like I'm, like I'm the umpire Fuck anybody else, this is our time Fuck anybody else, this is our world You watching it unfurl, you watching it unfurl 'Cause I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the chosen one I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the chosen one I'm the ones, we the ones, we the chosen ones We the ones, we the ones, we the chosen ones Man I really can't believe that we got it out the way When we run it up we love it dog, I'm writing through the page Similes and metaphors, they with me on the stage If you really not fucking with us dog, you insane, I just Bust a shot and then I'm working on my aim Got a kill tech in my backpack, homie pray it's not my day Got my two daughters and I'm working to get paid We about to hit the airport, daddy bingo not today We can run it back, run it back We can get it back, get it back Homie I'm a Mack, I attack like that shit Homie I'm a Mack, I attack Fuck you dumbass hoes starting drama in the comments I'ma make it make sense, bring it back my sixth sense Since a youngin made cents turn to dollars, we like yes, blessed Tryna make ends till my ends pay rent Tryna make bands to the end like yes Alana Albertson crossing over to the left dog, to the left Tryna get stressed dog, get stressed like, to the left 'Cause I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the chosen one I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the chosen one I'm the ones, we the ones, we the chosen ones We the ones, we the ones, we the chosen ones