Chosen 1

(I'm so geeked up)
(Yeah, smoking on backwoods)
(Yeah, that good)
(Ion even treat yo hoe that good)
(The people of the world can already sense that there's something happening)
(They know there's someone out there passing righteous judgement)
(We in New York, okay)
(Talk to em talk to 'em talk)
(We love you Astro)
Yeah, smoke a fronto
Told bro to come wit a pack need it pronto
All of my niggas is ruthless, cut throat
I was chasing a bag
They like Glo where you at
High as fuck heavens gates what do I know
I walk through the hate on a tightrope
I took my bitch on a trip out to Tahoe
We seen us some bottles and models
Spanish lil bitch and she that I'm guapo (Think that mean handsome)
I think that mean handsome or something
If you want smoke we can come wit it easily
But don't be mad if you get cancer or something
We shoot your man's left him in the ground
Danny done turned to a phantom or something
That nigga mad cause I fucked his bitch
And she wanted me, she know I'm the one
She look at me she like Glo you the one
(Glo you the one)
And then I put dick in her stomach
Afterwards I gave lil shawty a tums
She like oh so that's how we coming
I keep a chopper wit multiple drums
My shooter got multiple guns
Imma keep spending wit multiple funds
I can't fuck wit her, she tryna break hearts and I think I'm all outta love
But not like I don't know how love feel
You are a faker you full of delusion
You lie to yourself so you do not know what's real
I took a break just to Glo for a minute
I talk to the spirits
They told me I must heal
What's the highlight of your life
You be spending all day and all night with yourself
That's a tuff reel
I'm wit the gang eating shrimp fried rice
We eat like we rich
I swear it's a tuff meal
Hating on me tryna hit my Achilles
One thing about it is I got a tough heel
She a fan girl she like Glo sign my titties
I swear this shit like a dream it don't feel real
Imma be living like this til I'm 50
Stay in your lane cause you all outta line still
They used to look down on me with contempt
Now everybody like "Astro you based"
That boy a loser don't know what he meant
If he gon hate on the Glo let him hate
These niggas barking but that's all they do
Swear that they fight but it's only a feint
I am not tripping off him if he mad
Cause I know that it's too much money to make
That boy stay hating I'm focused on cake
When I can't sleep I just need to create
Weird ass Nigga stay all in my comments
Somebody take that boy phone away
New scene out wit the gang and we vibing
High as a bitch I don't know what to say
I do not even condone all the violence
But playing wit bro get them techs in your face
Playing wit us get your whole crew shot
By the time that we done you gon have to go head
And rebuild you a whole new block
Aye I go for records while upping the score
Tryna get 52 dead opps
And somebody come get your lil bro off the floor
We gon need us a new damn mop
And you know that they claim that they shooters of course
But my shooter the new dead shot
Aye I think that boy lost his mind
He smiled when that boy body dropped
Aye he keep talking then got shot
Like down goes chatter box
How you feeling I'm feeling alive
I'll drink and smoke until my heart stop
I'll be living like this til I die on god
(Woah, woah)
(GL... O)
(Woah)
(Yeah)
(Til I die)
(Woah)
(Bitch til I die)
(Woah Woah Woah)
(Woah let's go)
(Let's Glo)