Chosen One
[Intro]
Ay
One more time
Yuh

[Verse 1]
I could see it with my eyes closed, yeah
Picture-perfect life just as I rhyme more, yeah
Bound to get a deal, [?] avoid the next
I just hopped outta Texas, wish 'em all the best
But, I can [?] for a city like that
Hustle for a minute, but I get it right back
Momma always told me that whatever that I do I was okay
Thankful for all my parents giving me the focus that I need to overcome the obstacles
Do what I thought was impossible
Turning what once was a hobby to that's which will make me a king and the god of some
Making what once was a grab at the millions, a story that makes 'em all fall in love
I'm chosen
Golden tile with the Midas touch
Hit up seven verses daily and look in the mirror and say I don't write enough
I feel right as fuck
Sitting on a tree, hoping I might be picked
But honestly, I'm fine with life as it is
I remember that I used to hate to exist
Now I flourish with friends, and my girl, and my hits
Wake up every day feeling less like a kid
And that's great to all those that just know me as Ben--Hi!
I been standing up so long, I forgot how to sit
But I'll take a break as soon as I find out how to live (yuh)
[Chorus]
And I can see it with my eyes closed, ha
Picture-perfect life just as soon as I rhyme more, yeah
Tell me that I'll make it, tell me I deserve it, I know, yeah
Working every day to work some more, that's what I know
Tell 'em I know
That I can see it with my eyes closed, ha
Picture-perfect life just as soon as I rhyme more, woah
Tell me that I'll make it, tell me I deserve it, I know, yeah
Working every day to work some more is what I know
Tell 'em I know
Yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm kicking back in my [?]
Spitting monos
That I wrote
And preaching my soul
Like it's survival
I won't change
Or kick the bucket
Or just say remember my name
I'll write my moniker in stars to show we ain't the same
This goes to show
I'm a goat in the making of a show
Let 'em know that when I blow it, it'll be like the [?]
Just check under the sea
With signed album copies
I keep a checklist of everybody who really got me
So let it bump
Let it run through your speakers
Turn it up, turn it up
Never one to shy away from all the drums
Let the bass hit your chest and feel the vibrations
I let the judges in the crowd decide if I'm amazing
This that young kid spectacular, practing my vernacular
Acting like I'm in school, but guess that's dead and gone
But I'm still practicing, tracking my rap sabbatical
Back into high-school locker rooms and thankful that I didn't stop
Stop
[Chorus]
And I can see it with my eyes closed
Picture-perfect life just as I rhyme more, yeah
Tell me that I'll make it, tell me I deserve it, I know, yeah
Working every day to work some more, that's what I know
Tell 'em I know
That I can see it with my eyes closed, ha
Picture-perfect life just as soon as I rhyme more, yeah
Tell me that I'll make it, tell me I deserve it, I know, yeah
Working every day to work some more, that's what I know
Tell 'em I know, yeah