Von where you at, just hit the booth, I don't even got a deal
These niggas rap, that shit be trash, and they been in it for years
I'm tuning in, I found my gift, and that shit give me chills
Think I'm addicted to the mic, a different pill
Uh-huh
I gave him therapy, everyone need therapy
Uh-huh
Then I gave them hero, everybody need a hero
I was at my lowest, ain't nobody know it
Trapped inside the box, that shit done turned me into a poet
They don't even know yet, young nigga the coldest
They don't even know it, a young nigga the coldest
And Shit to be honest, I ain't even really wanna do this rap shit for real
Like one day, I just woke up and something told me
Like, yo, you got a gift
A gift from God
That's where I got chosen from
Chosen Von, remember the name
Yeah