Chain Smoker Chance the Rapper

[Intro]
If this is my last sh- my last shit
Uh, it definitely be mad important
And it would have to sound like a Prince song

[Chorus]
Still a chain-smoking, name dropping
Good looking, muhfucking, motha, shut your mouth
Still a chain-smoking, name dropping
Good looking, muhfuckin', motha, shut your mouth
Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening, stain hitting
Satin woodgrain gripping, paint dripping, motha, shut your mouth

[Verse 1]
Somebody pray for the god, oh lord
I wonder what Michael's on
Son jammin' to his shit, rappin', trappin', trippin' 'cid
And sniffing glue and chewing Vicodin
Shoulda died, yelling YOLO was a lie
And you a liar wonder why you wanna die so young
You and I look just alike
And I'm afraid that this one right here
Might be last time that I write a song
Lot of niggas wanna go out with a bang
But I ain't tryna go out at all
So I ain't tryna go out at all
Got a lot of ideas still to throw out the door
Last Chance joint gotta be a dance joint
From an introspective drugged out standpoint
Throw bands joint, wanna hold hands joint
Old school for my own old man joint