Pusha Man / Paranoia

[Part I: Pusha Man] [Produced by CeeJ] [Verse 1: Chance the Rapper] Ten damn days And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows And chauffeurs with road rage Still the same damn ad-lib, "Igh," old ways Still got a letterman, no practice Still got a burner, man, no lacking Still outtin' Jams nigga, no Jackson No Jordan, and we toe-tagging I'll take you to the land where the lake made of sand And the milk don't pour, and the honey don't dance And the money ain't yours Now it's just a red pill Got a blue and a handful of Advils I'm the new Nitty, fuck it, Nitty the old me So I'ma tell the buyer what Nitty told me, igh [Chorus: Nate Fox] I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] You a lame And your bitch break down my weed sometimes See my face in the streets, in the tweets And a Reader or a RedEye if you read Sun-Times She got blisters on her knees, she's a fiend for the D Even though I only beat one time One time, it was one two times It was two plus me equals threesome time Shouts out to Nate, I jackball, and I bop, I flex Got neck from all these thots I sex Rastafari them shottas, yes House safari, mi casa, yes Poppy fields of that popeye She came to party, she popped a molly Said, "Come to papá," she said, "Papá, yes" [Chorus: Nate Fox] I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man, igh [Part II: Paranoia] [Produced by Nosaj Thing] [Chorus: Chance the Rapper] I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits [Verse 1: Chance the Rapper] Move to the neighborhood, I bet they don't stay for good, watch Somebody'll steal daddy's Rollie, call it the neighborhood watch Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch Captain Save-a-Hood, hood savior, baby boy Still getting ID'd for Swishers (Mama still wash my clothes) Still with the Save Money militia (I'ma still watch my bros) Trapped in the middle of the map With a little-bitty rock and a little bit of rap That, with a literary knack And a little-shitty Mac, and like literally jack [Chorus: Chance the Rapper] I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] They murking kids, they murder kids here Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here Probably scared of all the refugees Look like we had a fuckin' hurricane here They'll be shooting whether it's dark or not I mean, the days is pretty dark a lot Down here, it's easier to find a gun Than it is to find a fucking parking spot No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position 'Cause they've never been in our position Getting violations from the nation, correlating, you dry snitchin' [Chorus: Chance the Rapper] I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits [Bridge: Chance the Rapper] I know you scared You should ask us if we scared, too I know you scared Me too I know you scared You should ask us if we scared, too If you was there Then we'd just knew you cared, too [Verse 3: Chance the Rapper] It just got warm out, this the shit I've been warned 'bout I hope that it storm in the mornin', I hope that it's pourin' out I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks And I ponder what's worse Between knowing it's over and dyin' first 'Cause everybody dies in the summer Wanna say your goodbyes, tell them while it's spring I heard everybody's dying in the summer So pray to God for a little more spring [Outro: Chance the Rapper] I know you scared You should ask us if we scared, too If you was there Then we'd just knew you cared, too