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Part I: Produced by Lil Laudiano
[Intro]
Yuh

[Verse 1]
I’m a muhfuckin’ asshole, but you knew the shit
Moved to LA, niggas fake, but I’m used to this
I tipped the bitch a blue hunnid then she blew this dick
You chase a hoe every month, nigga, choose a bitch
Nigga, fuck yo i8, bitch, got the ‘Rari
Flight talkin’ shit, but what happened to Ari Ari?
You just summoned out this demon, nigga, "Charlie Charlie"
Cash old as fuck and his hairline sorry, sorry
Darryl know he took the L, now he wanna box
Made the pussy cut his hair, I feel like a box
I’m ’bout to Swiper-swipe yo bitch, I feel like a fox
Got these Timbs on my feet but I’m not from the Bronx
Stop tryna diss me, you can’t beat the best
You can tell this shit Supreme when you see the "S"
I just call it how I see it, I should be a ref
Zias look like a gorilla, bitch, beat yo chest (uh, uh)

Part II: Produced by PrinceTheProducer
[Intro]
Yuh, yuh
RIP DDG, man
Yuh
Nigga’s a lil bitch ass nigga, man, wanna go with the Diss God? Aight, bet!
Oh, he gon’ regret this bitch

[Verse 2]
What is that on the top of yo lip?
Seen you at Flight Club, you was not with the shits
Little 5 foot Darryl keep talkin’ that shit
And you leased your i8, so how the fuck are you rich?
Ten vids on a nigga, get the fuck off my dick
Tryna hit me but you missed, like your shot from the three
Stop talkin’ ’bout shooters, bitch, you not from the streets
Why you always wearin’ Buffies but you not from the D
You a short ass nigga, ol’ dwarf ass nigga
"I like her, I like her" ol’ torn ass nigga
"I’ma make a diss track that’s just a chorus" ass nigga
You a broke bitch, got the cheapest foreign ass nigga
Yuh, you know you a large, why are all your shirts a medium?
How you got a million but barely get a million?
Put that red dot on his forehead like a Indian
This is not you channel, bitch, it’s Kennedy’s and Jillian’s
I’m comin’ at yo neck big chopper, nigga, doo-doo-doo
How you gonna let RiceGum’s shadow get more views than you?
Dejonta Murray took your girl, you a lame bitch
Say you hate when niggas take flows, then explain this?
Remember when I called yo girl and she answered naked?
She just got out of the shower and she still answered
Played Cash and got crossed like a double agent
Now you mad ’cause yo dirty ass couldn’t fuck Chandler
Every song that you drop, it made me laugh harder
Think yo ex a pearl, but she look like Mr. Krab’s daughter
Flexin’ with a thou? Bitch, you need to get your racks larger
This belt goes around and comes around like some bad karma
Just for comin’ at my neck, yo gon’ get exposed
I’m bout to tell y’all niggas somethin’ that you didn’t know
I wouldn’t do this but yo ass actin’ like a hoe
MysticGotJokes sucked all on your girl’s toes
Right in front of him, ooh, I had to come for him
We gon’ box, pussy boy, you know I’m done wit’ him
Mystic had them toes in his mouth with the tongue on ’em
Hit him with that jab, uppercut, havin’ fun with him
Twenty ads on every vid, you are not rich
Wanna box ’cause you used to do it, you are not slick
Let him suck on your girl’s toes like a soft bitch
Stood there and watched, stupid nigga, you are not shit
We don’t sleep on no beef (we ain’t sleepin’ on them niggas)
If you hard, why you block me on Twitter, ayy
We don’t play wit’ no beef, yuh (we ain’t playin’ wit’ em)
That should tell you he’s a bitch ass lil nigga, ayy
Tweetin’ at me all week, yuh (stop tweetin’ at me)
Stop cryin’, nigga, get up out yo feelings, ayy
We don’t squash no beef, yuh (we ain’t squashin’ nothin’)
You a short lil bitch, call you Krillin, ayy (b-b-b-b-b-b-boom!)

[Verse 1]
I wake up in the morning
Tryna understand
Why my lucky number
Keeps slipping through my hand
See my shadow dancing
Must have been a dream
Must have been a wayward
Angel looking out for me

[Chorus]
Sometimes we forget to live
And be in love
‘Cause it hurts
To live
Sometimes we forget to live
And be in love
‘Cause it hurts
To live

[Verse 2]
Think I heard a whisper
Think I’ve felt their hands
Saving me from falling
Deeper in despair
Everybody’s searching
Tryna make the scene
Wanna be somebody
As long as it ain’t me

[Chorus]
Sometimes we forget to live
And be in love
‘Cause it hurts
To live
Sometimes we forget to live
And be in love
‘Cause it hurts
To live

[Verse 3]
Now my head is spinning
Smell like gasoline
I can drive away but
I can’t drive her from my dreams
Promise that I’ll love her
Promise that I’ll stay
Baby, there’s a wild wind
Blowing me away

[Chorus]
Sometimes we forget to live
And be in love
‘Cause it hurts
To live
Sometimes we forget to live
And be in love
‘Cause it hurts
To live
Sometimes we forget to live
And be in love
‘Cause it hurts
To live
Sometimes we forget to live
And be in love
‘Cause it hurts
To live
Sometimes we forget to live
And be in love
‘Cause it hurts
To live
Sometimes we forget to live
And be in love
‘Cause it hurts
To live
Sometimes we forget to live
And be in love

[Intro]
Yo

[Chorus]
I gave my everything to niggas’ and got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on, never got my turn
Took two years off and said, "fuck it I gotta’ learn"
Sometimes I wonder why I was even fuckin’ concerned
And that’s some real ass shit (that’s some real ass shit)
I pulled niggas’ out the fire, gave ’em shit they couldn’t earn
Buncha’ shit they ain’t deserve, I shoulda’ let them niggas’ burn
That’s some real ass shit (that’s some real ass shit)
I gave my everything to niggas’ and got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on, never got my turn
That’s some real ass shit
I gave my everything to niggas’ and got nothing in return
But some suckas’ gotta’ drown, bustas’ gotta’ burn
(real ass shit)

[Verse 1]
Ooh
I ain’t the king, nigga’ how is that?
Niggas’ threw dirt on me, I brought ’em flowers back
You took the easy way out, I took the hard walk
You gotta’ take the long road to listen to God talk
Both of my brothers in prison, I seen my mother cryin’
Puff said this path get dark, that nigga’ wasn’t lying
Govern my mind and my body, my soul, my metaphysics
I’ve transcended to mentions niggas’ have yet to visit
Yes, it’s vivid, my essence exquisite, no pressure, [?], exhibits, eclectic, prolific
My sonic aesthetic is different
Your prior work is fireworks
When you ain’t shining, the thrill is gone, that’s how it works
Everybody lookin’ up at the sky
For God to work
Well I was made in the image of God, it gotta work
Let me guess, you get the work for cheap
Supply the work
Bitch I research, I cross-reference, apply the work
I got the spirit of a hurricane victim, this outta’ work
When that flood water up to you neck, its knowledge first
We gon’ see how your mind, your soul, your chakras worth
When the whole world flooded, the fuck is dollar worth?
Niggas’ talk all that hype, but I doubt it
Put life inside your body, get life out it
Put love inside your temple and find peace
Well Los, "where you find that knowledge?"
"It found me"
On God, Money, War, I prophesied it before
Now I went from your TV screen to your front door
You give niggas’ your whole soul and they want more
They ask me why I’m so hardcore

[Chorus]
I gave my everything to niggas’ and got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on, never got my turn
Took two years off and said, "fuck it I gotta’ learn"
Sometimes I wonder why I was even fuckin’ concerned
And that’s some real ass shit
I pulled niggas’ out the fire, gave ’em shit they couldn’t earn
Buncha’ shit they ain’t deserve, I shoulda’ let them niggas’ burn
That’s some real ass shit

She fell in love with a nigga, shawty lost her mind
Tryna count a hundred-thousand, like hunnid times
Even though we ain’t together, shawty know she mine
Niggas hating on the gang, it happen all the time
If I can’t trust you, I might bust you
If my nigga say he don’t like you, then it’s fuck you, yeah
Had to leave that hoe alone, I wasn’t for you
All that shit that you was doing, I couldn’t spoil you, yeah
I seen my momma shed a tear, I had to go and get it
If we talking bout that money, then you know I’m with it
Got it tatted on my arm, had to represent it
And if I say it in these verses, then I fucking meant it
Pray to God I ain’t gotta be broke no more
No I ain’t tryna see my folks on t-shirts no more
This rap money coming in, don’t even work no more
And I don’t felt so much pain, it don’t hurt no more
And I can’t fuck with you bitch, you know you bad news
And I done lost a lot of homies, cause I had too
All you gotta do is ask, you know I had you
Try to tear this shit apart, when you ain’t had too
And this for real niggas… only
If you say you love yo nigga, then why you want me
Heard them niggas sending shots, but they don’t harm me
Let em play with me, we come back like the army
Somebody save me, save me, save me
Hoe you know this shit two player, you can’t play me
And this for all the ones who said I wouldn’t make it
And if you want me on your hooks, you gotta pay me
This shit ain’t cheap hoe, freak hoe
If you see me with my bitch, you better not speak tho
And I just did show in Cali, far from Rio
And I ain’t never tooken shit, like fuck Debo
I tried to warn you, warn you
If you ever run up on me, have it on you
I gotta lotta hoes, but girl I want you
And I ain’t got a lotta time, so what you gon do
Somebody save me, save me, save me
Let’s go..
Save me, save me, save me…

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
I get sad when I look at the stars
They so pretty, you can’t tell ’em apart
You think they close but really we far
And really, they ain’t even that much closer to God
It’s much harder to sin naked
I walked past apple trees and didn’t take it
Thought about stone mattresses, thin blankets
Really long winter spent in a windbreaker
I’m a temptation door knocker
Down there on Lower Wacker
I’m a rich excuse for a father
You just can’t tour a toddler
She turnin’ 2, she don’t need diapers, she just need her papa
I really need a break, could really use a nap
My daughter barely recognize me when I lose the hat
You go so far, you hit a point where you can’t Uber back
The other day, I told a hummingbirdy to relax
I did my worst, I did the work, I had to skip the label
I go to church, they want a flick, I want to flip the table
I knew the worth before the birth when it was just a stable
And now it’s just a fable, and it’s just as fatal

[Pre-Chorus 1: Chance The Rapper]
First world problems that niggas make up
Have a dream and then never wake up
When so much turns to too much
Have a dream and then never wake up

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper & (Daniel Caesar)]
The day is on its way, couldn’t wait no more
Here it comes (here it comes), ready or not (ready or not)
The day is on its way, couldn’t wait no more
Here it comes (here it comes), ready or not, here it comes

[Bridge: Chance The Rapper]
Here it comes
Alright
Spirit’s working now

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
I think my little cousins want they cousin back
The automatic quarterback that doesn’t rap
They know I used to drive the Haman for the Roman candles
Lied about coming back, the last straw that broke the camel
It ain’t really fun to hang out with me no more
We can’t go to River East to hang at the beach no more
It’s messed up, I made it this way, and my feet so sore
But it’s all downhill from here, I could teach no boards
I miss my mom, I miss my time, I miss my prime
In high school, I missed my prom, I ditched my date, I miss my beat
Kissed my teeth, kick my feet, hooped and hollered
Now I just sip my tea, sit my ass on my ass, send my tweet
Fold my arms, twist my weed
If I hadn’t heard the news, I would’ve known what he say
But the recliner on my chair is like an emergency brake, you know

[Pre-Chorus 1: Chance The Rapper]
First world problems that niggas make up
Have a dream and then never wake up
When so much turns to too much
Have a dream and then never wake up

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper & (Daniel Caesar)]
The day is on its way, couldn’t wait no more
Here it comes (here it comes), ready or not (ready or not)
The day is on its way, couldn’t wait no more
Here it comes (here it comes), ready or not (ready or not), here it comes (here it comes)

[Verse 3: Chance The Rapper]
Three verses, hell yes
I still ain’t get my Grammy’s in the mail yet
I just want my mama happy like a toy sale
And to stay connected to the world like a long-ass voicemail
I hear the scene snappin’, and I’m the team captain
No more knee slappin’ or shoe shinin’ or shoe signin’ ’til the dream happens
I’m just gon’ keep rappin’
And y’all just keep clappin’ and keep happen
Like Flint got clean water and y’all don’t got teen daughters and black friends and gay cousins, y’all just gon’ say nothin’
Know that the day comin’
Knees bowed, tongues confessin’
The last ones gettin’ first dibs on blessings

[Pre-Chorus 2: Chance The Rapper]
Now these the first world problems that niggas make up
Keep on playin’, we gon’ shake this shit up
Keep on tellin’ us we makin’ it up
The American Dream, may you never wake up

[Outro: Chance The Rapper & (Daniel Caesar)]
The day is on its way, couldn’t wait no more
Here it comes (ready or not, ready or not)
Ready or not (ready or not, ready or not)
The day is on its way, it will not wait another day
No more, no more (yeah)
The day is on its way, I meant the words, it is to stay
No more, no more (yeah)
The day is on its way, it couldn’t wait no more
Here it is