2 Commas by Ericthechosen Lyrics
Ooh, aye, my chain tucked swag silly
Im feeling like a million
Yea, i was broke still jiggy
It wasn’t on me it was in me
Suit game young Diddy, James Bond drop ceilings
Ooh, authentic no gimmicks, if you don’t feel me then it’s envy
Chosen
Hold up, I’m feeling like a million
I’ll flip it to a billion
I swear to do it different
Sistine chapel replica up on my ceiling
Fuck round 02 Cam when its chilly
Gifted with a vision
My own biggest critic talking half-cent Penny
I see it and I rap it and deliver
My son will never see me fold or quiver, that’s on me
Im out the D, can you triple it please?
Got beef? Nigga still trying to eat, triple my cheese
A grip on thе sleeves, right below cuban link
On my neck cuban link, keep it tuckеd in the tee
If it’s white it’s a crease sneaker condition deceased, woo
Socks out the pack Hugo Boss the brief
Look, the boss in the back only talk when brief
A loss never happened when focused on me, sheesh
Ooh, aye, my chain tucked swag silly
Im feeling like a million
Yea, i was broke still jiggy
It wasn’t on me it was in me
Suit game young Diddy, James Bond drop ceilings
Ooh, authentic no gimmicks, if you don’t feel me then its envy
Aye, feeling like a milli chain tucked, yea yea
Aye, with a couple bucks still was up, yea yea
Aye, Never in my feelings best of luck, yea yea
Aye, You don’t let em in they can’t switch up, yea yea
Aye i’m un-phased, I’m unbothered my opinion won’t change
See the first thing you gotta get rid of on your way to success is feelings, and caring about ‘em, facts
Bring it back on more time
My chain tucked swag silly, I’m feeling like a milli
Woo, authentic no gimmicks
If you don’t feel me then its envy
Im feeling like a million
Yea, i was broke still jiggy
It wasn’t on me it was in me
Suit game young Diddy, James Bond drop ceilings
Ooh, authentic no gimmicks, if you don’t feel me then it’s envy
Chosen
Hold up, I’m feeling like a million
I’ll flip it to a billion
I swear to do it different
Sistine chapel replica up on my ceiling
Fuck round 02 Cam when its chilly
Gifted with a vision
My own biggest critic talking half-cent Penny
I see it and I rap it and deliver
My son will never see me fold or quiver, that’s on me
Im out the D, can you triple it please?
Got beef? Nigga still trying to eat, triple my cheese
A grip on thе sleeves, right below cuban link
On my neck cuban link, keep it tuckеd in the tee
If it’s white it’s a crease sneaker condition deceased, woo
Socks out the pack Hugo Boss the brief
Look, the boss in the back only talk when brief
A loss never happened when focused on me, sheesh
Ooh, aye, my chain tucked swag silly
Im feeling like a million
Yea, i was broke still jiggy
It wasn’t on me it was in me
Suit game young Diddy, James Bond drop ceilings
Ooh, authentic no gimmicks, if you don’t feel me then its envy
Aye, feeling like a milli chain tucked, yea yea
Aye, with a couple bucks still was up, yea yea
Aye, Never in my feelings best of luck, yea yea
Aye, You don’t let em in they can’t switch up, yea yea
Aye i’m un-phased, I’m unbothered my opinion won’t change
See the first thing you gotta get rid of on your way to success is feelings, and caring about ‘em, facts
Bring it back on more time
My chain tucked swag silly, I’m feeling like a milli
Woo, authentic no gimmicks
If you don’t feel me then its envy