Trippie Redd's track delves into themes of success, power, and hedonism. Through a mixture of braggadocio and raw energy, the artist reflects on his rise to prominence and how it has shaped his interactions and lifestyle. The repeated assertion that he was "chosen" suggests a destiny fulfilled, emphasizing his belief in his own greatness. His lyrics often juxtapose this grandeur with more grounded, albeit controversial, accounts of personal relationships and material indulgence. The song portrays a complex picture of what it feels like to be at the pinnacle of one's career while navigating the challenges and temptations that come with fame.
Chosen
Lyrics
Yeah, huh (yeah), why would you say that?
I knew that lil' bitch from way back
Like a gamer, lil' bitch, I'ma play that
If she come to the crib, I'ma slay that (slay that bitch)
Yeah, she gon' obey that (yeah, yeah)
Told her clean up her act, where the maids at?
I been sippin' on Act', smokin' straight gas
Uh, blowin' this dope
Fuckin' this bitch and I'm takin' her soul
Diamonds 'round my neck, I glisten in gold
They just mad 'cause I was chosen (yeah, chose)
Because I was chosen (chose)
'Cause I was chosen (chose)
I'ma ball out like Derozan (yeah, ball)
Fuckin' his bitch and she clothe-less
Yeah, I'ma go get in my mode, bitch (get in my mode)
Gettin' this money, stay focused (stay focused)
Movin' around in a motion (motion), yeah
These pussy niggas be bogus (yeah)
Big chopper do no reloadin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shootin' these niggas like, "Oh, shit" (bah), damn
I'ma up the fire, fire, fire (yeah)
Shirt all red, tie-dye, dye, dye (yeah)
Pussy nigga, you dead, you gon' die, die, die
Runnin' from the feds, homicide-'cide-'cide, yeah
Mama gon' cry, cry, cry
Get them tears out your eye, eye, eye
Treat the pussy like a motherfuckin' prize, prize, prize
You pussy
Yeah, huh (yeah), why would you say that?
I knew that lil' bitch from way back
Like a gamer, lil' bitch, I'ma play that
If she come to the crib, I'ma slay that (slay that bitch)
Yeah, she gon' obey that (yeah, yeah)
Told her clean up her act, where the maids at?
I been sippin' on Act', smokin' straight gas
Uh, blowin' this dope
Fuckin' this bitch and I'm takin' her soul
Diamonds 'round my neck, I glisten in gold
They just mad 'cause I was chosen (yeah, chose)
Because I was chosen (chose)
'Cause I was chosen (chose)
I'ma ball out like Derozan (yeah, ball)
Fuckin' his bitch and she clothe-less
Yeah, had to dirty up my Sprite (my Sprite)
Fuckin' this bitch all night (all night)
Two million dollars on some motherfucking ice
Shawty just left but I'm still real right, yeah (still real right)
Told the lil' bitch bye-bye
I'ma still enjoy my night
I'ma still enjoy my high, yeah (uh)
I got ice like a freezer
Little baby an eater, I do not need her (woo, woo)
But lil' baby a keeper (yeah)
I got cheese like a pizza, no Little Caesars (yeah, yeah)
I'm too big, ain't no meter (yeah)
Smoking dope, Wiz Khalifa, keep me a nina
Your bitch fast like a cheetah
I'm with all of the slimes, and bitch, and we B'd up
Yeah, huh (yeah), why would you say that?
I knew that lil' bitch from way back
Like a gamer, lil' bitch, I'ma play that
If she come to the crib, I'ma slay that (slay that bitch)
Yeah, she gon' obey that (yeah, yeah)
Told her clean up her act, where the maids at?
I been sippin' on Act', smokin' straight gas
Uh, blowin' this dope
Fuckin' this bitch and I'm takin' her soul
Diamonds 'round my neck, I glisten in gold
They just mad 'cause I was chosen (yeah, chose)
Because I was chosen (chose)
'Cause I was chosen (chose)
I'ma ball out like Derozan (yeah, ball)
Fuckin' his bitch and she clothe-less
Writer(s): Michael Lamar II White, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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