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Xhosen

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"Xhosen." - Hunxho

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:30 am

Album: Thank God

Track No: 07

Get in the booth and close my eyes
We cut the lights off, shit too real, might cut the mic' off, yeah
Say, "More money, then no problems"
But I got money, still got problems (Money, still got problems)
You ain't felt pain until you heard about a homicide and you find out it's your partner
Yeah, I never tried to be the realest, I'm just bein' me
I'm still tryna transition, my heart in these streets
And I know these streets get colder (Get colder)
Tears in my eyes and I'm tryna hold 'em (Tryna hold 'em)
Too many problems, I can't focus (Can't focus)
Why they keep tellin' me I'm chosen?
And I got big, I could speak on everything I did
Why would I let a little girl have my kid, is you kidding me?
And I don't respond to the critics like my messages, I'm honest
And as soon as you go up, know your name, they'll try to tarnish (Name, they'll try to tarnish, whoa)
I'm lit in real life, I could have any bitch, yeah, any bitch I wanted
How I got money now, but still ain't saved my mama?
Mama
Don't cry, don't cry, don't (Don't cry, don't cry, don't)
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', oh (Tryin', oh no, I'm tryin')
And I hate that if I ain't havin' problems, then I can't rap, I can't make a song up (I can't make a song up)
If I ain't goin' through it, then I can't rap, I guess I love problems (Guess I love problems)
Do I hate rap? This shit come with a ton
Huh, why do I hate rap? It's takin' time from my son (It's takin' time from my son)
Can't be like my daddy, you can't be like your one though
Gotta be there for my seed, yeah, so he can grow up and be one of 'em
They love you, then they hate you, then they love you, if I love you, then I love you (I love you, then I love you)
For my dogs, I'm always loyal, forever
They leave, it's for the better
If I leave, it's for the better
Wear my heart on my sleeve, ain't no sleeves on my sweater
Sleeves on my sweater
Put my heart in a box, it ain't no keys for this treasure, nah, nah
How do I love hard when I come from a place where it ain't no love?
Shit make me think hard, how do I finally get success and I not thank God?
This shit ain't real to me
I been battlin' my thoughts, this shit been killin' me
Fuck who ain't feelin' me
Y'all **** never was there
Where the fuck you **** was when I was sittin' in my cell
With no money to eat? Ain't had no money for bail
I was fightin' a RICO, they tried to give me the chair
I done been hopeless
I done been homeless
I done been hungry
I had demons on me
They can't tear me down, I see 'em schemin' on me
And they can't stop me, know I'm chosen
Chosen, chosen
Know I'm chosen, chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen
I'm chosen, chosen, chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen
I'm chosen
I'm chosen
Chosen, chosen, chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, chosen, chosen, chosen, I'm chosen

Writer(s): Giovanni Graczyk & Ibrahim Dodo.

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