Everybody`s Something

Ladies loving my music is like some sex shit Niggas trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick On the mic like it's a dick Run around the corner to pick up the new shit The shit Toss this in the deck so niggas can catch rep Ladies loving my music is like some sex shit Niggas trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick Run around the corner to pick up the new shit Toss this in the deck so niggas can catch rep Verse 1: Chance The Rapper What's good good And what's good evil And what's good, gangstas And what's good, people And why God 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 down, I'm off a lot I got a lot of off days, but it ain't often that I'm off the clock You what 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 Fuck Fox News Booyaka buckle up, motherfuck opps too Ain't no knuckling up 'em young 'cause it just not cool Bridge: Chance The Rapper Nice to see you, Father New Year Middle finger Uncle Samuel Shooting death with weighted dice And hitting stains on birthday candles I know somebody, somebody loves my ass 'Cause they help me beat my demon's ass Chorus: Chance The Rapper & BJ the Chicago Kid Everybody's somebody's everything I know you right Nobody's nothing That's right Everybody's somebody's everything I know you right Nobody's nothing That's right Everybody's somebody's everything That's right Nobody's nothing, nobody's nothing Right Igh I know you're right Verse 2: Chance The Rapper I used to tell hoes I was dark light or off-white But I'd fight if a nigga said that I talk white And both my parents was black But they saw it fit that I talk right With my drawers hid but my hard head stayed in the clouds like a lost kite But gravity had me up in a submission hold Like I'm dancing with the Devil with two left feet and I'm pigeon-toed In two small point ballet shoes with a missing sole And two missing toes But it's love like Cupid kissing a mistletoe Bridge: Chance The Rapper Nice to see you, Father New Year Middle finger Uncle Samuel Shooting death with weighted dice And hitting stains on birthday candles I know somebody, somebody loves my ass 'Cause they help me beat my demon's ass Verse 3: Saba Like Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over The type to love from a distance, not the type that told her Spent three days on the rap, trash it and type it over With babies on the block underarms like fighting odors Coppers and quotas, hold ya head like 2Pac had taught Obviously, 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 us, we tryna get lucky, doper than Lucky You're ending happy, that's only a tugging Like Satan masturbating, shit come hot, but y'all still love me Ugh, how Father Time a deadbeat Maybe I'm adopted That'll explain why all of my shit been so timeless, igh Chorus: Chance The Rapper & BJ the Chicago Kid Everybody's somebody's everything, nigga Nobody's nothing, nigga Everybody's somebody's everything, nigga Nobody's nothing at all Wu-Tang Everybody's somebody's everything That's right Nobody's nothing I know you're right