[Verse 1]
Whats good good?
And whatâs good evil?
And whatâs good gangstas?
And whatâs good people?
And whys Godâs phone die every time that I call on Him?
If his son had a Twitter wonder if I would follow him
Swallow them synonyms like cinnamon Cinnabon
Keep all them sentiments down to a minimum
Studious Gluteus Maxim models is sending him
Pics of they genitalia tallied up ten of em
I slurped too many pain-kills, downing em off a lot
I got a lot off days but it ainât often that Iâm off the clock
Yaâknow I mean?
I got the Chicago Blues
We invented rock before the Stones got through
We just aiming back cause the cops shot you
Buck buck bang bang, yelling âFuck Fox News!â
Booyaka buckle up, mothafuck ops too
Ainât no knuckling up em young cause it just not cool
[Bridge]
Nice to see you Father New Year
Middle finger Uncle Samuel
Shooting death and waving dice
And hitting stains on birthday candles
I know somebody, somebody loves my ass
Cause they help me beat my demons ass
[Hook: Chance & BJ the Chicago Kid]
Everybodyâs somebodyâs everything
I know you are
Nobodyâs nothing
Thatâs right
Thatâs right
Thatâs right
[Verse 2]
Right? IGH
I used to tell hoes I was dark light or off white
But Iâd fight if a nigga said that I talk white
And both my parents was black
But they saw it fit that I talk right
And my draws here but my heart
And head stayed in the clouds like a lost kite
But gravity had me up in a submission hold
Like Iâm dancing with the Devil with two left feet and Iâm pigeon toed
In two small point ballet shoes with a missing sole
And two missing toes
But itâs love like Cupid kissing a mistletoe
[Bridge]
[Verse 3: Saba]
Like Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over
The type that love from a distance not the type that towed her
Spent three days on the rap, trash it and type it over
With babies on the block under arms like fighting odors
Coppers and quotas
Hold ya head like 2Pac had taught
Honestly they are on a come up
With better chances tobogganing in the fucking summer
Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones
All odds against we tryna get lucky
Doper than lucky
You ainât that happy thatâs only a tuggy
Like Satan masturbating shit come hot
But yâall still love me ugh
How father time of dead be
Maybe Iâm adopted
Thatâll explain why all of my shit been so timeless IGH
[Hook: Chance & BJ the Chicago Kid]
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- No Option
- Coloring Book (Mixtape)
- Angels (Single)
- Somewhere in Paradise (Single)
- Acid Rap
- 10 Day (Mixtape)
- Non-Album Releases
- Coloring Book
- Compilation
- Hiatus (Back Up In This Bitch)
- Blessings (Save Money Prayer)
- Paranoia
- Good Enough
- I Might Need Security
- 65th & Ingleside
- Work Out
- The Man Who Has Everything