Текст песни Everybody's Something - Chance the Rapper , Saba , BJ the Chicago Kid & Ari Lennox
Ladies
loving
my
music
is
like
some
sex
shit
Niggas
trying
to
grip
up
my
mic
like
it's
a
dick
(On
the
mic
like
it's
a
dick)
Run
around
the
corner
to
pick
up
the
new
shit
(The
shit)
Toss
this
in
the
deck
so
niggas
can
catch
rep
Ladies
loving
my
music
is
like
some
sex
shit
Niggas
trying
to
grip
up
my
mic
like
it's
a
dick
(Ne,ne,ne,ne)
Run
around
the
corner
to
pick
up
the
new
shit
(The
shit)
Toss
this
in
the
deck
so
niggas
can
catch
rep
What's
good,
good?
And
what's
good,
evil?
And
what's
good,
gangstas?
And
what's
good,
people?
And
why's
God
phone
die
every
time
that
I
call
on
Him?
If
his
son
had
a
Twitter
if
one
day
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
"Fuck
Fox
News!"
Booyaka
buckle
up,
mothafuck
opps
too
Ain't
no
knuckling
up
'em
young
cause
it
just
not
cool
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
help
me
beat
my
demons
ass
Everybody's
somebody's
everything
I
know
you
right
Nobody's
nothing
That's
right
Everybody's
somebody's
everything
I
know
you
right
Nobody's
nothing
That's
right
Everybody's
somebody's
everything
That's
right
Nobody's
nothing
(Nobody's
nothing)
Right?
Know
you're
right
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
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
help
me
beat
my
demons
ass
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
Lucky
You're
ending
happy
that's
only
a
tugging
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,
uuugh
Everybody's
somebody's
everything
Nigga
Nobody's
nothing
Nigga
Everybody's
somebody's
everything
Nigga
Nobody's
nothing,
at
all
WuTang
Everybody's
somebody's
everything
That's
right
Nobody's
nothing
(Nobody's
nothing)
I
know
you're
right?
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