The Chosen One Songtext
von Jack Harlow

I feel like the Chosen One
I feel like the Chosen One
When I come around, they be acting like they owe me something
I just got the motor running
And we still got more to come
Treat me like your father, I′ma teach you how to hold a gun

From day one I been an independent thinker
Not a money on my mind, try and get it to my fingers
And it's not about the money or at least I think it wasn′t
But I'm all grown up now she diggin' my demeanor

Attracted to my confidence
Swagger hella prominent
It′s actually astonishing they mad at my accomplishments
And bitch I got the sauce, you can check inside my kitchen
All you ever gonna find is fucking packets full of condiments


Jack ain′t got no common sense
I think something wrong with him
Y'all ain′t fucking with we now, I ain't gonna call it quits
If I beat it up I guarantee she tellin′ all her friends
And that shit ain't okay with me, so I will never call again

I can hear them talking shit, I feel like it′s fuel for me
No, I don't wanna pop a pill, that shit isn't cool to me
I don′t wanna do a feature, please don′t ask me for the price
Guarantee it's out your budget, give it up there′s more to life

I am not the one that you should be triflin' with
They see I got it now, they all wanna ride with the kid
And you ain′t got it, so I wish you stop trying and quit

So if you don't love it
If you′re not having fun doing it, and you don't really love it
Uh, you're gonna give up
And that′s what happens to most people actually
If you really look at the ones that ended up, you know
"Being successful" unquote, in the eyes of society and the ones that didn′t
Often times it's the ones that are successful
Loved what they did so they could persevere


E′rybody wants to be a rapper
All up in my messages, they asking "How to be a rapper?"
I can't fucking help you if I could, it wouldn′t even matter
If you wanna get up on my level, you gon' need a ladder
Really though

Man, I swear it′s simple to me
If I wanna get this music popping it's a pimple to me
I can feel the pressure, but I don't feel like it′s getting to me
When it comes to people that′s around me
I be pick and choosing (yeah, yeah)

Working like I got no other choice
If you think it's dope, they probably got it from the boy
Heard ′em talking 'bout me, but they never stepping to me
′Cause they know that that's an option that they probably should avoid

I got, people ′round me don't know how to act
We gon' spend a weekend in Atlanta, going down and back
Winner′s derby weekend in the city
I be working like a thoroughbred
Catch me in the studio, I′m going 'round and ′round the track

These rappers had me for a second, then they lost me
Never leave the studio unless I'm out with Chauncey
′Member when these girls used to never wanna call me
Now I hit the stage and they sexually assault me

Shit been crazy as of late
Couple things that we been working on
Gon' take me out the state
All that shit you been tweeting, come and say it to my face
If you ain′t down here making music
You just taking up the space, so get the fuck out