10 best chance the rapper songs lyrics

 10 best chance the rapper songs lyrics

10 best chance the rapper songs lyrics

1-Lyrics

Chance the Rapper No Problem

You don't want zero problems, big fella!

Yep!

If one more label try to stop me

It's gon' be some dread head niggas in ya lobby

You don't want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!

You don't want no problems, want no problems with me

Just another day, had to pick up all the mail

There go Chano ridin' through the streets, they be like, "There he go!"

You don't want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!

You don't want no problems, want no problems with me

Just another day, had to pick up all the mail

There go Chano ridin' through the streets, they be like, "There he go!"

Ooh, I be comin', put the hinges in their hands

Countin' Benjis while we meetin', make 'em shake my other hand

Milly rockin', scoopin' all the blessings on my lap

Bitch I know you tried to cheat, you shoulda never took a nap

Fuck wrong with you? What you was thinkin'?

Fuck you thought it was?

You talk that talk, that nigga lame, that nigga fall in love

Not me, though, bitch you can keep those

Boy I'm at your head like Craig did Deebo

Don't tweak, bro, it's never sweet, ho

My shooters come for free, so

If one more label try to stop me

It's gon' be some dreadhead niggas in ya lobby

You don't want no problems, want no problems with me

Yep, yep!

Pull up, they be like, "There he go!"

You don't want no problems, want no problems with me

They be like, "There he go!"

Petey Pablo, take your shirt off

Wave 'round your head like a helicopter

I ain't put enough weed in the blunt

All you do is smoke tobacco

Where the hell you get them from?

Yeezus said he ain't make them

My niggas chasin' bounty hunters

And gettin' chased by their baby mommas

My first tat was on my stomach

Got a pocket full of money

And a mind full of ideas

Some of this shit may sound weird

Inside of the Maybach

Look like it came out of Ikea

Run shit like diarrhea

Big yacht, no pies there

Aye, aye, captain

I'm high, captain

I'm so high

Me and God dappin'

This is my blessin'

This is my passion

School of hard knocks

I took night classes

You don't want no problems, want no problems with me

Pull up, they be like, "There he go!"

I got problems bigger than these boys

My deposits, they be on steroids

Lord, free the Carter, niggas need the Carter

Sacrificin' everything, I feel like Jesus Carter

Hold up, I got this sewed up, my soda poured up

My woes up, I'm flippin' those bucks, they've been with toe tucks

I rolled up and let the smoke puff

I lay down, told yah

Hold up, get too choked up and I think of old stuff

Move on, put my goons on, they kidnap newborns

In the streets my face a coupon

Her pussy too warm

All these bitches come to do harm

Just bought a new charm

Fuck the watch, I buy a new arm, you lukewarm

I'm Uncle Luke with the hoes

Pretty bitches, centerfolds

Tippy toes around my crib in their robes, just their robes

Half a milli' in the safe, another in the pillowcase

Codeine got me movin' slower than a caterpillar race

Fuck is wrong with you? What you thinkin'?

What you thought it was?

I just popped 5 percocets and only caught a buzz

And if that label try to stop me

There gon' be some crazy Weezy fans waitin' in the lobby

Mula, baby

You don't want no problems, want no problems with me

Just another day, had to pick up all the mail

There go Chano ridin' through the streets, they be like, "There he go!"

You don't want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!

You don't want no problems, want no problems with me

Just another day, had to pick up all the mail

There go Chano ridin' through the streets, they be like, "There he go!"

You don't want no problems, want no problems with me

Say so, got problems, say so

They be like, "There he go!"

Chance the Rapper Cocoa Butter Kisses

Chance the Rapper Cocoa Butter Kisses

2-Lyrics

Chance the Rapper Cocoa Butter Kisses

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank

I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank

I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

Okie dokie, alky keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro

Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour saudi

Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote

If I sip any henny, my belly just might be outtie

Pull up inside a huggy, starsky & hutch a dougie

I just opened up the pack in an hour I'll ash my lucky

Tonight she just yelling "fuck me", two weeks she'll be yelling fuck me

Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie

And chuck e. cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me

Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me

Oh generation above me, I know you still remember me

My Afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting (blam!)

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank

I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank

I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

I will

Smoke a little something but I don't inhale, everywhere that I go, everywhere

They be asking hows it going, say the goings well, go figure, victor's light skinned

Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the god, god knows

He's a pro, he's a pro like cointel, check, check mate, check me

Take me to the bedroom, let you know me well, I mean normally, you see

Norma jean wouldn't kick it with farmer phil, but these kids these days, they get so

High, burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shit, shit-faced

Faced it, 15 hits on this l elevated, train, and the craziest

Thing, got me feeling like Lauryn hill, miseducated, my dick delegated

Rap bill bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it, probably shoulda been dead or in jail

Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz, asshole, absinthe up in that class

Are we there yet? ice cubes in a bong, we're brain dead, take a tug and then pass

I think we all addicted

Yeah, I think we all addicted

Really though, I think we all addicted

I think we addicted

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank

I got burn holes in my memories, all my homies think it's dank

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

I think we all addicted

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank

I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter

Two seats used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi

Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie

I ended up on an album cover in a coogi

You see, I be still a god but a goofy

You be flowing about drugs and a uzi

That's the new principle, sometimes I'mma be about some hoes

Sometimes I'mma wanna make a movie

And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the higgs boson

And though my style freakish

I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did voltron

Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG

Know me, I'm the obi-wan kenobi of the dope see

Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics

Cooler like I'm offa codeine, low key

Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing

If I don't know what I miss is

Ima end up figuring out that it's home

And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses

This is just a testament to the ones that raised me

The ones that I praise and I'm thanking

I need em but the chronic all up in my clothes

And I wanna get a hug, and I can't cause I'm stanking

Never too old for a spanking, igh

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank

I got burn holes in my memories my homies think it's dank

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

I think we all addicted

Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank

I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

I miss my cocoa butter kisses

Chance the Rapper Chain Smoker

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Chance the Rapper Chain Smoker

Still a chain smoking

Name dropping

Good looking

Muh' fucking

Motha, shut your mouth

Still a chain smoking

Name dropping

Good looking

Muh' fucking

Motha, shut your mouth

Brain broken

Frank Ocean listening

Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping

Paint dripping

Motha, shut your mouth

Somebody pray for the god, oh lord

I wonder what Michael's on

Son jammin' to his shit

Rappin' trappin' trippin' 'cid

And sniffing glue and chewing Vicodin

Shoulda died- yelling YOLO was a lie

And you a liar wonder why you wanna die so young

You and I look just alike

And I'm afraid that this one right here

Might be last time that I write a song

Lot of niggas wanna go out with a bang

But I ain't tryna go out at all

So I ain't tryna go out at all

Got a lot of ideas still to throw out the door

Last chance joint gotta be a dance joint

From an introspective drugged out standpoint

Throw bands joint, wanna hold hands joint

Old school for my own old man joint

Still a chain smoking

Name dropping

Good looking

Muh' fucking

Motha, shut your mouth

Brain broken

Frank Ocean listening

Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping

Paint dripping

Motha, shut your mouth

This part right here, right now

Right here, this part my shit

I play this so loud in the car

I forget to park my whip

I lean back, then spark my shit

I turn up, I talk my shit

Hope you love all of my shit

I hope you love all of my shit (Igh)

Why toss my filter when she saved my life?

The same shit that kills us, always taste so right

That's why I pray to the dear lord

God know who he be

Truth be told he juiced me

Introduced me to the lucy leaf

Oh oh oh, I seen the light, I lost my lighter

Bic flick, kick the habit and the bucket, fuck your supplier

Lies, Levis on fire

Flyer on the wall I'm brighter

In the darkness of the night

In the sky I get higher, higher

Still a chain smoking

Name dropping

Good looking

Muh' fucking

Motha, shut your mouth

Brain broken

Frank Ocean listening

Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping

Paint dripping

Motha, shut your mouth

This part right here, right now

Right here, this part my shit

I play this so loud in the car

I forget to park my whip

I lean back, then spark my shit

I turn up, I talk my shit

Hope you love all of my shit

I hope you love all of my shit (Igh)

Still a chain smoking

Name dropping

Good looking

Muh' fucking

Motha, shut your mouth

Brain broken

Frank Ocean listening

Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping

Paint dripping

Motha, shut your mouth

Chance the Rapper Favorite Song

Chance the Rapper Favorite Song

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Chance the Rapper Favorite Song

Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker

Cocky khaki jacket jacker

Slap-happy faggot slapper

Iraqi rocket launcher

Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper

Dang, dang, dang - skeet, skeet, skeet

She do that thing for three retweets

The album feel like '92

Now take that ball 'fore he three-peat

Chance, ho, I said, cruising on that LSD

Asked Joseph about my deal

He looked back said "hell yeah, let's eat!"

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words

But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack

All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies 'bout that bag

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam

Young Rascal Flatts, young ass kid ass could rap

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of Jack

Fourths of weed, I'm back to pack on hands

With young Cletus to pat my back

Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right

Just here to rap them songs

Rag on my hair wrap, weed in Vegas, rockin' Vagabonds

Sang a song, oh you don't know? What?

Well, I still bang with you

Hang with you, sip drank with you

As long as I can sang with you like

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words

But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack

All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies 'bout that bag

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam

Niggas please be focused, that 'Bino, you know this

He rep the home of Sosas, you know I'm from that Zone 6

You know I rep that Stone shit, you know your 'hood is so clit

As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit

I'mma be that, CG busy gettin', where the weed at?

Bought your girl some new kneepads

You're fuckin' with the Fifi bag

My stars, egad, she said: "this my favorite song"

"Hold my purse" now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot

You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished

Your mom won't play it in the car cause it's got cursing in it

Your boy like: "I'm the one who showed you, " he want his percentage

'Cause you were like: "this ain't the nigga you said spittin', is it?"

Two-step white dude's Harlem Shake

Why you laughing?

'Cause you Harlem Shake

I was never fake, I was just too good to be true

That's acid rap, we killed the track

You had your chance, and 'Bino too

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words

But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack

All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies 'bout that bag

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam

Chance the Rapper Juice

Chance the Rapper Juice

5-Lyrics

Chance the Rapper Juice

Thirsty, thirsty, trynna choose

I mean I know, I'm pretty cool

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I got the juice, I got the juice

Chano, chathams own

Foolies glad I'm home

Even my haters kinda glad I'm on

Rest in peace to my vagabond

Rapper song, singer - suspended, subpoena

For misdemeanors, dreamer, held back ass is lowkey still a senior

And I still shake up bo squad, praying for my brogods

City on the come up, shout that nigga sosa!

Shout my nigga fat trel, shout my nigga joseph

Playing buenos aires while they sleepin' buenos noches!

Wonder if I wrote this cause it's so crisp

The most brokest cold stock broker winter solstice

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

Acid addict, costly avid actor

Kevin costner

Ah! turn up turn up!

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)

God give me one sentence more

Maybe I just gotta get suspended more?

Hash tag it, get mentions for it

Make you love it, get it trending more

And then act humble

Hear some bull that some dude mumble

Wantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you

Knowin bitch niggas wanna bring guns to the rumbles, igh!

But I love y'all souls

Don't let the juice spill pac!

Blue pill pop

Til you feel good enough to pop the popped bitch in the blue hills yop!

That one - drown in the juice nigga

Hunnid proof get "fountain-of-youth"ed nigga

Stop with all the trynna introduce nigga

Everybody know you dude you the new nigga!

Hows it feel to be you, yo no se

I ain't really been myself since rod passed

I ain't even really need that shop class

I ain't really been weak since pops smashed

I'm a genius, a mothafuckin pop smash

Hit sensei, master

Jack and lindsey, wiley, kembe

Been paid, 10day been they fafsa

Ah! turn up turn up!

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)

Yup, jugo

You never tasted paper

Tripped, racing yaself trynna chase the paper

I just faced a vega

And you love being kobe when you make the lay up

Till you realize everybody in the world fuckin hates the lakers, hahaha

And then everybody wanna sip, til the juice spill everybody want a bib

And then everybody wanna dip

Told you I ain't worried, I ain't scared of the booth

All you can do is spit a verse of the truth

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

And the thirst just the worst it's the curse of the juice

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

Juice! (juice!)

I got the juice, I got the juice (yup)

Thirsty, thirsty, trynna choose

I mean I know, I'm pretty cool

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I got the juice, I got the juice

Juice, juice, juice, juice, yup

Juice, juice, juice, juice, yup

Yup

Yup

Yup

Chance the Rapper Blessings

Chance the Rapper Blessings

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Chance the Rapper Blessings

I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm gone

When the praises go up, the blessings come down

It seems like blessings keep falling in my lap

I don't make songs for free, I make 'em for freedom

Don't believe in kings, believe in the Kingdom

Chisel me into stone, prayer whistle me into song air

Dying laughing with Krillin saying something 'bout blonde hair

Jesus' black life ain't matter, I know I talked to his daddy

Said you the man of the house now, look out for your family

He has ordered my steps, gave me a sword with a crest

And gave Donnie a trumpet in case I get shortness of breath

I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm gone

Don't be mad

I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm gone

When the praises go up

(Good God)

The blessings come down

Good God

When the praises go up (good God) the blessings come down

When the praises go up

(It seems like blessings keep falling in my lap)

The blessings come down

When the praises go up, the blessings come down

(Good God)

They booked the nicest hotels on the 59th floor

With the big wide windows, with the suicide doors

Ain't no blood on my money, ain't no Twitter in Heaven

I know them drugs isn't close, ain't no visit in Heaven

I know the difference in blessings and worldly possessions

Like my ex girl getting pregnant and her becoming my everything

I'm at war with my wrongs, I'm writing four different songs

I never forced you to forfeit it, I'm a force to be reconciled

They want four minute songs

You need a four hour praise dance performed every morn

I'm feeling shortness of breath, so Nico grab you a horn

Hit Jericho with a buzzer beater to end a quarter

Watch brick and mortar fall like dripping water, uh!

I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him till I'm gone

(Good God)

I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him till I'm gone

When the praises go up, the blessings come down

(The blessings come down)

When the praises go up, the blessings come down

The blessings come down

When the praises go up, the blessings come down

(Are you ready for your blessings?)

When the praises go up, the blessings come down

(Are you ready for your miracle, are you ready?)

It seems like blessings keep falling in my lap

Chance the Rapper All We Got

Chance the Rapper All We Got

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Chance the Rapper All We Got

And we back, na na na

This ain't no intro, this the entree

Hit that intro with Kanye and sound like André

Tryna turn my baby mama to my fiancée

She like music, she from Houston like Auntie Yoncé

Man my daughter couldn't have a better mother

If she ever find another, he better love her

Man I swear my life is perfect, I could merch it

If I die I'll prolly cry at my own service, igh, igh!

It was a dream, you could not mess with the Beam

This is like this many rings

You know what I mean?

This for the kids of the king of all kings

This is the holiest thing

This is the beat that played under the words

This is the sheep that ain't like what it heard

This is officially first

This is the third

This is all we got

Isn't this all we got?

So we might as well give it all we got

This is all we got

Music all we got, got, got

So we might as well give it all we got

I get my word from the sermon

I do not talk to the serpent

That's the holistic discernment

Daddy said I'm so determined

Told me these goofies can't hurt me

I just might make me some earl tea

I was baptized like real early

I might give satan a swirlie

Wish I could tell you it's ready

Tell you it's ready today

They don't give nothing away

You gotta fight for your way

And that don't take nothing away

Cause at the end of the day

Music all we got

Isn't this all we got?

So we might as well give it all we got

Music all we got

We know, we know we got it

Music

We know, we know we got it

Music

Music is all we got

Chance the Rapper Angels

Chance the Rapper Angels

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Chance the Rapper Angels

I got my city doing front flips

When every father, mayor, rapper jump ship

I guess that's why they call it where I stay

Clean up the streets so my daughter can have somewhere to play

I'm the blueprint to a real man

Some of these niggas toss they tassel for a deal man

I ain't going to hell or the Hillman

Igh! Igh! Igh! Igh! for my real fans

I got caught up with a little Xan

Can't stop me but it slow me though

Yeah nigga famous, you don't know me though

But every DJ still play me though

Damn man I don't even need a radio

And my new shit sound like a rodeo

Got the old folks dancing the Do-si-do

So they fuck around, sign me to OVO

Oh, I just might share my next one with Keef

Got the industry in disbelief, they be asking for beef

This what it sound like when God split an atom with me

I even have Steve giving out apples for free

They was talking "woo woo this woo wap da bam"

City so damn great, I feel like Alexand'

Wear your halo like a hat, that's like the latest fashion

I got angels all around me they keep me surrounded

Who is you? And who the fuck is you? And who is him?

All of the sudden woo wap da bam you can't touch me

Na, na, na, na I got angels

I got angels

I ain't change my number since the seventh grade

This for my day one, ten years, seven days

A week, nigga's never tired on they Kevin Gates

And if they rest in peace they bunny hopping heaven's gates

It's too many young angels on the southside

Got us scared to let our grandmommas outside

You gonna make me take the campers way downtown

You gonna make me turn my BM to my housewife

I just had a growth spurt

It done took so long, my tippy toes hurt

You can keep the nose ring, I don't have to soul search

I'm still at my old church, only ever sold merch

Grandma say I'm Kosher, momma say I'm culture

GCI, 107.5, angel goin' live

Power 92, angel, juke, angel gon' juke

GCI, 107.5, goin' live

Power 92, angel gon' juke, juke, juke, juke

They was talking "woo woo this woo wap da bam"

City so damn great, I feel like Alexand'

Wear your halo like a hat, that's like the latest fashion

I got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded

Wap the bam (Na, na, na)

(I got angels) I got angels all around me they keep me surrounded

(Na, na, na)

(I got angels)

They was talking "woo woo this woo wap da bam"

City so damn great, I feel like Alexand'

Wear your halo like a hat, that's like the latest fashion

I got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded

Who is you? And who the fuck is you? And who is him?

All of the sudden woo wap da bam you can't touch me

Na, na, na, na I got angels

I got angels

Chance the Rapper Good Ass Intro

Chance the Rapper Good Ass Intro

9-Lyrics

Chance the Rapper Good Ass Intro

Even better than I was the last time baby

Oh oh oh oh ooh

Yo we back

I'm good, so good

And we back and we back

Raps just make me anxious and acid made me crazy

Them squares just made me looser and that wax just made me lazy

And I still make this song, and I'mma make another

If you ever actually hit me, better watch out for my brother

Better bet I'd take that deal, gotta watch out for my mother

Get a watch with all that glitters, come in clutters, different colors

Ben A Baller, Benford, butlers, chauffeurs, hit a stain-er, did I stutter?

Did a ton of drugs and did better than all my Alma mater

Motherfucker money dance, hundreds zan, gallon lean

Make a joke bout Leno's hair then piggy back on Fallon's spleen

Balancing on sporadicity and fucking pure joy

Nightly searches for a bed and I just came off tour with Troy

But I can't complain I got some motherfucking business

How many lab partners have I fucked since I got suspended?

Mr. Bennett, you done did it, you did it, you did it

You did a good ass job, you did a good ass job

And I'm good

Even better than I was the last time baby

I'm good, so good

Work, work, work, work, bang nigga, bang

Twerk, twerk, merge, swerve, dang, pick a lane

Flip a bird, pigeon, plane, it's a word, it's a shame

But God I'm good, swear I couldn't be better

Kicking dirt on the shirts of the lames

Keep a tab on my exes, keep some "x" on my tongue

Keep my work out in Texas, that's just me flexing my lungs

See them showing they teeth, that's just them flapping they gums

If they bite and I'm snapping clap clap collapsing they lungs

Call me Chancellor The Rapper, please say "The Rapper"

Magical word (poof), please say 'Kadabra

Replay the replays, Green Bay, the Packers

Cremate your teammates and freebase the ashes

Matches to gas leaks, dusted dusk till dawn

It's just us, and trust ya bottom bitch, might stuff the fucking bong

I'm the motherfucking fucker, fuck a niggas fucking dumb

This your favorite fucking album and ain't even fucking done

Even better than I was the last time baby

Oh oh oh oh ooh

I'm good, so good

Chance the Rapper Acid Rain

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Chance the Rapper Acid Rain

Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain

Wore my jacket as a cape, and my umbrella as a cane

The richest man rocks the snatch-less necklace

Spineless bitches in backless dresses

Wore my feelings on my sleeveless

My weed seedless, my trees leafless

I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses

And back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus

Before, I believed in not believing in

Yeah, I inhaled, who believed in me not breathing in

Cigarette stained smile all covered in sin

My big homie died young; just turned older than him

I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always

He still be screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways

I trip to make the fall shorter

Fall quarter was just a tall order

And I'm hungry, I'm just not that thirsty

As of late, my verses seem not so verse-y

And all my words just mean controversy

Took the team up off my back like "that's not your jersey?"

Stressin', pullin' my hair out, hoping I don't get picked

All this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick

Making all this money hoping I don't get rich

Cause niggas still getting bodied for foams

Sometimes the truth don't rhyme

Sometime the lies get millions of views

Funerals for little girls, is that appealing to you?

From your cubicle desktop, what a beautiful view

I think love is beautiful, too

Building forts from broken dams, what a hoover could do

For future hoopers dead from Rugers shooting through the empty alley

Could've threw him an alley-oop, helping him do good in school

Damn that acid it burn when it clean ya

I still miss being a senior

And performing at all those open mic events

High schools, eyes closed seeing arenas

And I still get jealous of Vic

And Vic still jealous of me

But if you touch my brother

All that anti-violence shit goes out the window along with you

And the rest of your team

Smoking cigarettes to look cooler

I only stop by to look through ya

And I'm only getting greedier

And I'm still Mr. Youmedia

And I still can't find Talent

And I'm still choosing classmates that wouldn't fuck

Mom still thinks I should go back to school

And Justin still thinks I'm good enough

And Mama Jan still don't take her meds

And I still be asking God to show his face

And I still be asking God to show his face

I am a new man, I am sanctified

Oh I am holy, I have been baptized

I have been born again, I am the White Light

Rain, rain don't go away