BJ The Chicago Kid - Everybody's Something (DJ Critial Hype Blend) lyrics

[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 whys God's 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-k**s, down I'm off a lot I got a lot off days but it ain't often that I'm off the clock Ya Kna Wha 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 "f** Fox News!" Booyaka buckle up, mothaf** 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 d**h with weighted dice And hitting stains on birthday candles I know somebody, somebody loves my a** Cause they help me beat my demons a** [Verse 2: Saba] Like Ca**ius 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 under arms 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 f**ing summer Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones All odds against we tryna get lucky Doper than Lucky You're ending happy that's only a tugging Like Satan masturbating sh** 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 sh** been so timeless ugh