Artist: Chance The Rapper f/ BJ the Chicago Kid, Saba Album: Acid Rap Song: Everybody's Something Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: sample of Slum Village's "Fall In Love"] + (Chance) "Ladies lovin' my music is like some sex shit "Niggas tryin' to grip up my mic like it's a dick" (on the mic like it's a dick) "Run around the corner to pick up the new shit" (the, the shit) "Toss this in the deck so niggas can catch rep" (Brook!) "Ladies lovin' my music is like some sex shit" (gyeah) "Niggas tryin' to grip up my mic like it's a dick" (na-na-na-na) "Run around the corner to pick up the new shit" (na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) "Toss this in the deck so niggas can catch rep" (na-na-na-na-na-na-oohhhh - IGH!) [Chance The Rapper] What's good, good? And what's good, evil? And what's good, gangstas? And what's good, people? And why God's phone die every time that I call on Him? If his son had a Twitter wonder if I would follow him Swallow them synonyms like cinnamon Cinnabon Keep all them sentiments down to a minimum Studious Gluteus Maxim models is sendin' him Pics of they genitalia tallied up ten of 'em I slurped too many pain-kills, down I'm off a lot I got a lot off days but it ain't often that I'm off the clock Ya kna wha mean? I got the Chicago Blues We invented rock before the Stones got through We just aimin' back cause the cops shot you BUCK BUCK BANG BANG - yellin' "FUCK Fox News!" Booyaka buckle up, mothaFUCK opps too Ain't no knucklin' up 'em young cause it just not cool [Interlude: Chance The Rapper] Nice to see you Father New Year, middle finger Uncle Samuel Shootin' death with weighted dice and hittin' stains on birthday candles I know somebody, somebody loves my ass Cause they help me beat my demons ass [Chorus: Chance The Rapper + BJ the Chicago Kid] Everybody's somebody's everything (I know you right) Nobody's nothing (that's right) Everybody's somebody's everything (I know you right) Nobody's nothing (that's right) Everybody's somebody's everything (that's right) Nobody's nothing (I know you right) [Chance The Rapper] Right? (IGH!) I used to tell hoes I was dark light or off white But I'd fight if a nigga said that I talk white And both my parents was black but they saw it fit that I talk right With my drawers hid but my hard head stayed in the clouds like a lost kite But gravity had me up in a submission hold Like I'm dancin' with the Devil with two left feet and I'm pigeon toed in two small point ballet shoes with a missin' sole and two missin' toes but it's love like Cupid kissin' a mistletoe [Interlude] [Saba] Like Cassius duckin' the draft and now the fight is over The type to love from a distance not the type that told her Spent three days on the rap, trash it and type it over With babies on the block under arms like fightin' odors; coppers and quotas +Hold Ya Head+ like 2Pac had taught, obviously they are on a come up with better chances tobogganin' in the fuckin' summer Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones All odds against we tryna get lucky; doper than Lucky You're ending happy that's only a tuggin' Like Satan masturbatin' shit come hot but y'all still love me, ah How father time a deadbeat, maybe I'm adopted That'll explain why all of my shit been so timeless - IGH~! [Chorus: Chance The Rapper + BJ the Chicago Kid] Everybody's somebody's everything - NIGGA~! Nobody's nothing - NIGGA~! Everybody's somebody's everything - NIGGA~! Nobody's nothing (Wu-Tang) Everybody's somebody's everything (thats right) Nobody's nothing (I know you right) Nobody..