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