[Verse 1: Vic Spencer]
I came out of nowhere
They didn't expect me

My flow is like faux pas
Rocking a pair of SB's
I'm so gone call me Mr. Jet Ski

While you at home in your room trying to stretch weed
They gave me an invite, and I ain't wanna go
So I sent a look-a-like, for a no show

Blow smoke. Don't choke. It didn't kill my brain cells
Instead of taking pain pills. I think headaches ain't real
Bad brakes on the rail, we on the guard. Smashed a broad. Oh my lawd

$#&@ing head game needs a damn applause
A studio audience. 16 is a sitcom
Hell a mark slaughtering, will I drop a big bomb?

Execute the situation
What you think is dope is basic
Oh its fashion that you chasing?

Leave his ankles on the pavement
Then it's back to the booth
Like nothing happened, bang and snatch

I stay that mother $#&@er
That these shaky Maude's aiming at


[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Came out the woodwork, like shop class
Popped up like Pop's $$#; years later

Told I had the same fro that Pop's had
Told I had the same flow that Pac had
My father figure was a ^!$$% in a top hat

Moon walking for a hundred thousand pockets
I know at home I had some problems back with my dad
I'm sorry my bad, I'm on your iPad

I had a childhood they was scared I'd never grow up
I'm scared to God that all my friends at shows won't show up
They arms is fold up, like ?Tell me when what's the hold up?

When the $#&@ you gonna show us, how the $#&@ you supposed to blow up??
And everything I give them, ^!$$%s just want the opposite
(*##$ obviously I can spit!

I can pitch up an octave
And spark a hip-hop apocalypse!
Through the wire my college %#@!!

This my Chaka Khan scholarship!
Teacher's better acknowledge it!


[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I come from out the water
I come to drown your soul

I come to sing my story
These fables must be told


I came from out the water
I come to drown your soul
I came to sing my story

This fable must be told

But you can't find me

You can't find me no
You won't find me
You'll never find me no