Featuring: BJ The Chicago Kid & Saba
[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, 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 "$#&@ Fox News!"
Booyaka buckle up, motha$#&@ 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 with weighted 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 right

Nobody's nothing
That's right
(3x)


[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
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 $#&@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 %#@! 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 %#@! been so timeless IGH


[Hook: Chance & BJ the Chicago Kid]