(Intro – Lil B)
Yeah
Welcome to this beautiful mixtape
Based freestyle
Chance the Rapper
Lil B
(Verse 1 – Lil B)
This our f**king last chance
I’m going to the top, this is the last dance
I got my hands open, looking to the sky like
Lord can you take me? I’m alright
I got my wings flying, bi**h I’m like a red bull
I knock ni**as out the game, bi**h this s**t is full
I’m not full, I’m still hungry and s**t
I got bi**hes on my s**t, I’m not funny, it’s rich
You feel me?
That’s why we so serious
And mothaf**kas gotta stop, bi**h I’m like a period
Or a comma cause these mothaf***as gotta take a pause
Or something
I might hit em with the llama for fronting
These mothaf**kas gotta stick with me
Cause I don’t know nobody but I know Lil B
And I don’t hate nobody but I love BasedGod
It’s mothaf**king Chance the Rapper, what’s up my Chi?
What’s up?
(Verse 2 – Chance the Rapper)
What’s up? You thought it was a joke
Til I come in, hokus pokus, with the goldfish
S**t halitosis, I spit the grossest
Now I gotta spit ashy then gross assist
Grocery shopping for my mama and daughter
I’m feeling like I shouldn’t have involved her
But now I’m moving too quickly, believe it or not
I’m Mr. Ripley, talented too
Coming through like the afterwards school
Afterwards what they have at school
Nothing leftover so I came back to the land
With my homie Lil B and half of my bands
We did it different than the Xans
No sleep, staying up real late with my mans
And out in Chicago dropping s**t off the top
They thought after Surf this **t would just stop
What’s their problem? What’s, what’s their problem?
I’m coming through, I had to dissolve em
Like acid to bases
They want me to go back to Acid, the basic
S**t that’s just tasteless
Now I’m flipping it up like the Taste did
This year in Chicago when they started charging for tickets
Ayy shout out to the hood, they ain’t gon keep charging for tickets
If they don’t let us in then we’re charging the bridges
They tried to charge like Tar with the bridges
I went to school with my sisters
And speaking of my sisters
I got….fatimah coming through on the feelings
What’s up!?
Ayy it’s Fatimah, Mrs. Noname Gypsy
Not tipsy today but I’m Ripley today
Like he said before, I’m knocking on your door
I’m coming through with metaphor after metaphor
Like Meta 5 I’m still alive, like the beehive
On some Beyoncé s**t, I’m hella equipped
For anything if you’re ready, I’m heavy
Like Monique, that was a fat rapper
You can put me on the guest list
You can tell me that I’m next, bi**h
And I’d be like, fasho I am
Sorry fam, I’m not a good freestyler
Uh I don’t know what to say
I’m kinda crazy, kinda hazy, smoking hazy
I’m off the top, I’m super lazy, hella Jay Z
But not Jay Z, I meant jaded, I’m faded
I be smoking mad cigarettes
Uh, I’m in a jet
I got a jetpack, I’m super black like Obama
Or like Nina Simone
I’m coming home again like Kanye should’ve
(Outro – Noname Gypsy)
Uh, I don’t know
Uh is this gonna be a whole freestyle mixtape?
That’s crazy
Got my man Chance and my brother Lil B
And of course myself, Noname
