[Intro: Lil B + Chance The Rapper]
Welcome back to the March of Dimes and the times man
You got your boy Lil B in the house, Chance The Rapper (IGH!)
Keepin' it amazing, keepin' it blazin' (Yes sir)
From the streets, so unique
Do you feel it in your feet? In your head?
To the tip of your toes, that's just the tip of the iceberg, tell 'em
[Verse 1: Lil B + Chance The Rapper]
That's the tip of the iceberg
Cause all these nerds, they ain't got enough slurs
Enough words to come fuck with us
We be under the covers and stuck with us
No, no homo though
We be rockin' off the top man these bitches low
I'mma tell these motherfuckers "I am the shit"
I'mma tell these punk bitches "Get off my dick" (Right?)
First mixtape, not a mistake
Not a diss tape, tryna escape
I was stuck in a band, he was stuck in a pack
We was rappin' about bands, got hella fans
And they understood that peace of the world is more important
You know that the shit that we recordin' don't ever been written
We the greatest like Jordan, if he was a twin, Rivers of Jordan
Passes to Jordan cause Chance is the best out
I'mma show y'all niggas how me and my check mount
Fuck the check mount
But I'mma let my checks mount to the top, you know we ain't stressed out
Never smoked or stressed now
Get the stress up to mouth, we too blessed
Light up the blunt
And we gon' put this motherfucker purp to your chest, Chance what's up?
And I'm what's up, what's up?
Comin' through buss up, what's up, what's up?
What's next? What's nuts?
Me I go nuts, I focus on whatever I want up
And when it comes out it's so mystical
Super physical, like the education in the gym class
I been passed all the classes they been gassed
They been tellin' me I need a gas mask just to rap as fast
As Eminem back in '96 (Woo)
Who you think you're rhyming with?
You don't got a mixtape with Lil B
This off the top bro, I can't stop bro
(No, you gotta go)
I can't stop, who got a mixtape with Lil B? Chance do
That's cause Chance is real
I'mma tell all y'all motherfuckers how I feel
We love y'all to F man, for real
That started with the F man, we love y'all to the F for real
We keepin' this game so strong man, just watchin' the lanes
From hoppin' on lanes, we got a lot of love
Shout out to Kendrick Lamar too man, that's the family
Keep it goin' what's up? Keep it goin' what's up?
We got a lot of love and a lot of drugs, but we keep it goin' man, but we keep a lot of, keep a lot of us, it's all us, it's all us, one time
Welcome back to the March of Dimes and the times man
You got your boy Lil B in the house, Chance The Rapper (IGH!)
Keepin' it amazing, keepin' it blazin' (Yes sir)
From the streets, so unique
Do you feel it in your feet? In your head?
To the tip of your toes, that's just the tip of the iceberg, tell 'em
[Verse 1: Lil B + Chance The Rapper]
That's the tip of the iceberg
Cause all these nerds, they ain't got enough slurs
Enough words to come fuck with us
We be under the covers and stuck with us
No, no homo though
We be rockin' off the top man these bitches low
I'mma tell these motherfuckers "I am the shit"
I'mma tell these punk bitches "Get off my dick" (Right?)
First mixtape, not a mistake
Not a diss tape, tryna escape
I was stuck in a band, he was stuck in a pack
We was rappin' about bands, got hella fans
And they understood that peace of the world is more important
You know that the shit that we recordin' don't ever been written
We the greatest like Jordan, if he was a twin, Rivers of Jordan
Passes to Jordan cause Chance is the best out
I'mma show y'all niggas how me and my check mount
Fuck the check mount
But I'mma let my checks mount to the top, you know we ain't stressed out
Never smoked or stressed now
Get the stress up to mouth, we too blessed
Light up the blunt
And we gon' put this motherfucker purp to your chest, Chance what's up?
And I'm what's up, what's up?
Comin' through buss up, what's up, what's up?
What's next? What's nuts?
Me I go nuts, I focus on whatever I want up
And when it comes out it's so mystical
Super physical, like the education in the gym class
I been passed all the classes they been gassed
They been tellin' me I need a gas mask just to rap as fast
As Eminem back in '96 (Woo)
Who you think you're rhyming with?
You don't got a mixtape with Lil B
This off the top bro, I can't stop bro
(No, you gotta go)
I can't stop, who got a mixtape with Lil B? Chance do
That's cause Chance is real
I'mma tell all y'all motherfuckers how I feel
We love y'all to F man, for real
That started with the F man, we love y'all to the F for real
We keepin' this game so strong man, just watchin' the lanes
From hoppin' on lanes, we got a lot of love
Shout out to Kendrick Lamar too man, that's the family
Keep it goin' what's up? Keep it goin' what's up?
We got a lot of love and a lot of drugs, but we keep it goin' man, but we keep a lot of, keep a lot of us, it's all us, it's all us, one time
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