I got y'all.

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]

I'm gonna find you and make you want me

Hello rap game, nǐ hǎo, how you durrn'?

I done took my time, now it's time to take my turn

My curses been in verses since my firstest brain cells burnt

But I done been deferred to assistants and interns

And I done been on hold for some years, it's getting old

I'm too blessed to fit the mold, they said press six to give your soul

Or not and you can hold, you ain't never gonna explode

Or expand across the globe, but look like I just skipped the cold

Hello all up in your ear, you should hear me loud and clear

We was not allowed in here, and now we smoking loud in here

How we in the game and they ain't put a chain on them

Cleaning in that thing and my Sprite don't got a stain on it

Lil Xan fuck the Chance up, Donnie Trumpet said bands up

Donnie McClurkin said stand up

I know contracts are like handcuffs

I know combat when it's hand to hand or with handguns

I know answers, I know man to man, can't stand us

I know exactly how you wanna brand us

I take campers to the campus fix the trips and get the bus

Fast like Twista mixed with Bust

When Windy lost boys I had pixie dust for a pick me up

Spit shine 'til it's crystal clean like Listerine from a Dixie cup

Mama Jann band-aid kiss the cut

Now I'm thinking about offices and mansions with amenities

And runneth over pools and infinities

Award shows and house wives and games shows and Hennessy

It's different from the energy I see being in your vicinity

Mistaken identity, you behaving differently

(Ayo Chance, don't stop now nigga)

You the protest you the marches

You on the forefront you the farthest

You the melanin in the darkness

Wrong number what a shame

You and I look just the same

That's why I got you in my name

Lets push it to the masses give them wavy, give them Surf

One time shout-out to Bust, I know this a long ass verse

But I'm just getting started I'm taking this rap shit global

Put my music in the museum, put my bars in Barnes and Noble

Shape the office like an oval, make the triangle a circle

Teach the little boys and girls, tell them I was your referral

I'm Chicago like a gyro, I'm Chicago like some harolds

I will borrow from the Boroughs , show tomorrow to the world

Place the urban and the rural, make the wall into a Mural

Lead it where it need to be, they jocking like a Nitti beat

Now they cannot get rid of me, bye, bye to the industry

Lionel Richie is it me? hello?