In My Place

[Verse: Chance The Rapper] Whether its reed or is ligature I literally read the sheet like it’s literature I’m from the miniscule the miniature I don’t understand whatever this or that means Means my skills is limited But y’all ain’t hurting me I swear that I’m Hercules Mixed with a bit of Freddie Mercury Mixed with a little Kanye and a little MJ Hella Ken Bennett and a little mommay And I’m still that kid teachers thought that wouldn’t make it I’m still that oreo that y’all niggas wouldn’t play with I’m still that friend you said that wasn’t your friend When they laughed and teased asking “why you hang out with him?” And I’m still Ms. [Macs?] pet peeve With words above yours that you would not believe And I’m still [Ms. Nasner?] and a little McHenry All of them must think I’m still the only memory So let me get at them though Let me spit at them cause If I spit at ‘em I just might split atom And since the apple that Adam bit I have been so adamant Y’all are acting just average and adequate and inatimate And my first song was for Jayden Prayin' he’d stay alive and now he’s playing in the playpen And I know I’m hella good with my cousin in my face And since I’m hella good then I know I’m in my place And if I’m hella good then I know I’m in my place And if I’m hella good then I know I’m in my place