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chance the rapper - i might need security lyrics

[intro]
f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you
f-f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you
f-f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you
f-f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you
(yup!)
f-f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you
(nana)
f-f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you
(nana)
f-f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you

[verse 1]
i ain’t no activist, i’m the protagonist
i don’t throw cap in it, i fly solo like one cup in the cabinet
the cab is the cabinet, they trust me to land in it
they call me the advocate
they all slide like the abacus
boy meets world
everybody been savages
i just really want to know how much[?] averages
i’m not no nice guy i’m just a good guy
the bad guys should really stay on my good side
i smell my roses
younger than the good die
the illuminati couldn’t see me with they good eye
they think they heath ledger scary
they just jack nichols
i’m a sign to my city like the bat-signal
young chosen one golden boy de la hoya
it ain’t to many me’s
rest in peace to verne troyer
i was younger then i seemed as a kid
i mean my g17 18 in the head
i mean i’m only 25 but i’m motown 25
bet i get a statue in my hometown when i die
and rahm you done i expect a resignation
an open investigation on all of these paid vacations for murderers

[interlude]
f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you
f-f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you
f-f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you
f-f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you
f-f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you
f-f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you
f-f-ck you
fu-uh-uh-uck you

[verse 2]
i don’t get no paper i gotta sign at the bottom
still in my bag like the fries at the bottom
and i can’t do nothing right
they gon always be at me
i missed a cranes interview
they tried leaking my addy
i donate to the schools next
they call me a dead beat daddy
but sometimes get in that round up business
i got a hit list so long i don’t know how to finish
i bought the chicago [?] just to run you racist b-tches out of business
speaking of races f-ck your micro aggressions
i’ll make you fix your words like a typo suggestion
pat me on the back too hard
and pat an axe for your job
in unrelated news, someone just beat your -ss at your job
ii’m the real deal, who taught all these rappers that big deal’s not a big deal
inherited the earth, popped them big wheelies on them big wheels
my enemy lives in his mother’s bas-m-nt
that’s why my videos don’t got no bathroom and product placement, i’m the real one
the honey is sweet, the apple is bitter
they try to convince you that you stronger without your woman then when you with her
and tell you they kidding when twitter trashing your litter
i know the devil’s a liar
i know that players are quitters, i heard you hire your hitters
i know the higher the bitter, that mean the less on return, so i just hire a sitter
i’m not a boss n-gg-, i’m a soldier
kingdom builer, man somebody shoulda told ya
f-ck you

[outro]
f-ck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck, f-ck f-ck you
fu-u-u-u-u-uck, f-ck f-ck you
fu-u-u-u-u-uck, f-ck f-ck you

- chance the rapper lyrics

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