Chance The Rapper – Everybody’s Something (feat. Saba & BJ The Chicago Kid) lyrics

[Verse 1]
What’s good good?
And What’s good evil?
And What’s good gangstas?
And What’s good people?
And Why God’s phone die every time I call on him?
If his son had a Twitter wonder if I would follow him
Swallowing 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 of off days but it ain’t often that I’m off the clock
Ya know I mean?
I got the Chicago Blues
We invented rock before the stones got through
We just aiming back because the cops shot you
Buck Buck, Bang Bang, yelling “Fuck Fox News!”
Booyaka buckle up, mothafuck ops too
Ain’t no knuckling up em young cause it just not cool

[Bridge]
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 helped me beat my demons’ ass

[Hook 3x]
Everybody’s somebody’s everything
I know you’re right
Nobody’s nothing
That’s right

[Verse 2:]
Right? IGH
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]

[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 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 fucking summer
Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones
All odds against we tryna get lucky
Doper than Nucky
You’re ending happy that’s only a tuggy
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

[Hook 3x]
Everybody’s somebody’s everything
I know you’re right
Nobody’s nothing
That’s right

Chance The Rapper – Run Up

Chance The Rapper
IGH

Y’all know where to find me
102 nigga behind me
Y’all can’t get that solo
But all my niggas on grimy
And all my niggas on slimy
All these lames wan fight me
I heard they at my head ?
Nigga come try me
Nigga don’t Run Up Igh
(Don’t run up)
Nigga don’t Run Up
(Don’t run up)

[That Guy Freaky Ty]
Run up on me and that would be a bad move
Record you getting punched in and I ain’t talking produce
I’m low-key like riding in your girl
Competest if you want and you will end up on World Star
Getting your ass beat bitch nigga you weak
Pussy nigga you sleep
Me, I am Unique
High as fuck off the loud
Damn I reek
Focused on this money trying to get a mill like Meek nah
Trying to get mills Like General nah no Cereal
Chance let’s go get them bro think that we should let em’ know we the best we run the coast so who wants beef I want to know I turn that shit to sloppy joe
Do you copy Joe I suggest you listen or somebody might find your ass while they fishin Before you fuck with me think twice nigga think think Know [?] carry that 6 piece bink, bink, bink, bink, bink, bink!

Y’all know where to find me
102 nigga behind me
Y’all can’t get that solo
But all my niggas on grimy
And all my niggas on slimy
All these lames wan fight me
I heard they at my head ?
Nigga come try me

Nigga don’t Run Up Igh
(Don’t run up)
Nigga don’t Run Up
(Don’t run up)

Run Up Rumble
Young guns got thumper
Watch out they thumpin
Don’t pump faker the pumper
Sun’s Up Joe ?
Resemble the rastas
Can’t trust your brother the family of mobsters
Hasta la Vista Casa la lisa
You’re not invited the pitbulls might eat ya
Shame on my teacher and Shame on the students for killing my classmates these pupils is ruthless
Savings on schedule checks my to-do list and they want my scraps fuck wrong with you you foolish
My Cricket, my flash drive, like is you going to use this they thristy I’m swinging they uzi I’m oozing
Daddy said fall alone ain’t no need to gangbang so all I got is bink bink and all they do is bang bang shit that make the ?
They leave you paralyzed and with the paramedics for a pair of Js from Paradise

Y’all know where to find me
102 nigga behind me
Y’all can’t get that solo
But all my niggas on grimy
And all my niggas on slimy
All these lames wan fight me
I heard they on my ?
Nigga come try me

Nigga don’t Run Up Igh
(Don’t run up)
Nigga don’t Run Up
(Don’t run up)

Chance The Rapper – Run Up Lyrics

Chance The Rapper
IGH

Y’all know where to find me
102 nigga behind me
Y’all can’t get that solo
But all my niggas on grimy
And all my niggas on slimy
All these lames wan fight me
I heard they at my head ?
Nigga come try me
Nigga don’t Run Up Igh
(Don’t run up)
Nigga don’t Run Up
(Don’t run up)

[That Guy Freaky Ty]
Run up on me and that would be a bad move
Record you getting punched in and I ain’t talking produce
I’m low-key like riding in your girl
Competest if you want and you will end up on World Star
Getting your ass beat bitch nigga you weak
Pussy nigga you sleep
Me, I am Unique
High as fuck off the loud
Damn I reek
Focused on this money trying to get a mill like Meek nah
Trying to get mills Like General nah no Cereal
Chance let’s go get them bro think that we should let em’ know we the best we run the coast so who wants beef I want to know I turn that shit to sloppy joe
Do you copy Joe I suggest you listen or somebody might find your ass while they fishin Before you fuck with me think twice nigga think think Know [?] carry that 6 piece bink, bink, bink, bink, bink, bink!

Y’all know where to find me
102 nigga behind me
Y’all can’t get that solo
But all my niggas on grimy
And all my niggas on slimy
All these lames wan fight me
I heard they at my head ?
Nigga come try me

Nigga don’t Run Up Igh
(Don’t run up)
Nigga don’t Run Up
(Don’t run up)

Run Up Rumble
Young guns got thumper
Watch out they thumpin
Don’t pump faker the pumper
Sun’s Up Joe ?
Resemble the rastas
Can’t trust your brother the family of mobsters
Hasta la Vista Casa la lisa
You’re not invited the pitbulls might eat ya
Shame on my teacher and Shame on the students for killing my classmates these pupils is ruthless
Savings on schedule checks my to-do list and they want my scraps fuck wrong with you you foolish
My Cricket, my flash drive, like is you going to use this they thristy I’m swinging they uzi I’m oozing
Daddy said fall alone ain’t no need to gangbang so all I got is bink bink and all they do is bang bang shit that make the ?
They leave you paralyzed and with the paramedics for a pair of Js from Paradise

Y’all know where to find me
102 nigga behind me
Y’all can’t get that solo
But all my niggas on grimy
And all my niggas on slimy
All these lames wan fight me
I heard they on my ?
Nigga come try me

Nigga don’t Run Up Igh
(Don’t run up)
Nigga don’t Run Up
(Don’t run up)