Good Ass Intro - Chance The Rapper, BJ The Chicago Kid, Lili K

Even better than I was the last time baby… Oh oh oh oh ooh

Yo we back

I’m good, so good

And we back and we back

Raps just make me anxious and acid made me crazy

Them squares just made me looser and that wax just made me lazy

And I still make this song, and I’m a make another

If you ever actually hit me, better watch out for my brother

Better bet I’d take that deal, gotta watch out for my mother

Get a watch with all that glitters, come in clutters, different colors

Ben A Baller, Benford, Butler’s, Chauffeur’s, hit a stain-er, did I stutter?

Did a ton of drugs and did better than all my Alma mater

Motherfucker money dance, hundreds zan, gotta lean

Make a joke bout Leno’s hair then piggy back on Fallon’s spleen

Balancing on sporadicity and fucking pure joy

Nightly searches for a bed and I just came off tour with Troy

But I can’t complain I got some motherfucking business

How many lab partners have I fucked since I got suspended?

Mr. Bennett, you done did it, you did it, you did it

You did a good ass job, you did a good ass job

And I’m good

Work, work, work, work, bang nigga, bang

Twerk, twerk, merge, swerve, Deng, pick a lane

Flip a bird;

pigeon, plane, it’s a word, it’s a shame

But God I’m good, swear I couldn’t be better

Kicking dirt on the shirts of the lames

Keep a tab on my exes, keep some «x"on my tongue

Keep my work out in Texas, that’s just me flexing my lungs

See them showing they teeth, that’s just them flapping they gums

If they bite and I’m snapping clap clap collapsing they lungs

Call me Chancellor The Rapper, please say «The Rapper»

Magical word (poof), please say 'Kadabra

Replay the replays;

Green Bay to Packers

Cremate your teammates and freebase the ashes

Matches to gas leaks, dusted dusk till dawn

It’s just us, and trust ya bottom bitch, my stuff the fucking bomb

I’m the motherfucking fucker, fuck a niggas fucking dumb

This your favorite fucking album and ain’t even fucking done