[Verse 1]
Whats 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-kills, downing em off a lot

I got a lot 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 cause the cops shot you
Buck buck bang bang, yelling ?$#&@ Fox News!?

Booyaka buckle up, motha$#&@ 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 and waving dice
And hitting stains on birthday candles
I know somebody, somebody loves my $$#

Cause they help me beat my demons $$#

[Hook: Chance & BJ the Chicago Kid]

Everybody's somebody's everything
I know you are
Nobody's nothing

That's right
That's right
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 ^!$$% 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 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 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 $#&@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 ain't that happy that's only a tuggy

Like Satan masturbating %#@! come hot
But y'all still love me ugh
How father time of dead be

Maybe I'm adopted
That'll explain why all of my %#@! been so timeless IGH