Last Dance BASED FREESTYLE

[Intro: Lil B]

Yeah, welcome to this beautiful mixtape

Based freestyle, Chance the Rapper, Lil B, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil B]

This our fuckin' last chance

I'm goin' to the top, bitch, this is the last dance

I got my hands open (Yeah), lookin' to the sky like

Lord, can you take me? I'm alright (Alright)

I got my wings flyin', bitch, I'm like a Red Bull (Red Bull)

I knock niggas out the game, bitch, this is shit is full

I'm not full, I'm still hungry and shit (Hungry)

I got bitches on my shit, I'm not funny, it's rich

You feel me? (What's up, bitch?)

That's why we so serious

These mothafuckas gotta stop, bitch, I'm like a period

Or a comma (Yes!)

'Cause these mothafuckas gotta take a pause or somethin' (Pause)

I might hit 'em with the llama for frontin' (Frontin')

These mothafuckas gotta stick with me

'Cause I don't know nobody, but I know Lil B

And I don't hate nobody, but I love BasedGod

It's mothafuckin' Chance the Rapper, what's up my Chi?

What's up?

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]

What's up? You thought it was a joke

Till I come in, hocus pocus, with the dopest

Shit, halitoshis, I spit the grossest

Now I gotta spit ashy then gross assist, oh

Grocery shoppin' for my mama and daughter

I'm feelin' like I shouldn't have involved her

But now I'm movin' too quickly

Believe it or not, I'm Mr. Ripley, talented too

Comin' through like the afterwards school

Afterwards, what they have at school

Nothin' leftover so I came back to the land

With my homie Lil B and half of my bands

We did it different than the Xans

No sleep, stayin' up real late with my mans

And out in Chicago droppin' shit off the top

They thought after Surf, shit would just stop

What's they problem? What-what's they problem?

I'm comin' through, I had to dissolve 'em, like acid to bases

They want me to go back to Acid, the basic

Shit, that's just tasteless

Now I'm flippin' it up like the Taste did

This year in Chicago when they started chargin' for tickets

Aye, shout out to the hood, they ain't gon' keep chargin' for tickets

If they don't let us in then we're chargin' the bridges

They tried to charge like Tar with the bridges

Hah, I went to school with my sisters

And speakin' of my sisters

I got Fatimah Noname Gypsy comin' through with the spinners

What's up?

[Verse 3: Noname Gypsy]

Aye, it's Fatimah, Mrs. Noname Gypsy

Not tipsy today, but I'm Ripley today like he said before

I'm knockin' on your door

I'm comin' through with metaphor after metaphor

Like Meta 5 I'm still alive, but I be like the beehive

On some Beyoncé shit, I'm hella equipped for

Anything if you're ready, I'm heavy

Like Monique, that was a fat reference

Uhm, you can put me on the guestlist

You can tell me that I'm next, bitch, and I'd be like, "Fasho, I am"

Sorry, fam, I'm not a good freestyler

Uh, I don't know what to say

I'm kinda crazy, kinda hazy, smokin' hazy

I'm off the top, I'm super lazy, hella Jay Z

But not Jay Z, I meant jaded, I'm faded

I be smokin' mad cigarettes

Uh, I'm in a jet, I got a jetpack

I'm super Black like Obama or like Nina Simone

I'm comin' home again like Kanye should've

[Outro: Noname Gypsy]

Uh, I don't know, hahahaha

Uh, is this gonna be a whole freestyle mixtape?

That's crazy

You got my man, my mans Chance

And my brother, Lil B

And of course, myself, Noname