Chance The Rapper - Beautiful Chicago (Based Freestyle) lyrics

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Ft. Lil B & K E I T H

(Intro)

Aye yo, this for Chicago man. Beautiful Chicago, amazing Chicago

Shout out to everybody that's from here man, everybody that rep the Chi

What's up, man? What's up, ladies?

(Verse: Lil B)

I swear to God I rep Chicago

I feel like I'm a bed but I'm a Leo

So I lean those, I sell blocks

I rep the block but I rep the whole world

Chicago I do this fo' ya, baby

Chicago yeah I love ya crazy

It's Lil B fo' real, I'm like Keith Jenkins

I be stuntin' in the back, the pinky

The pinky ring's on, feelin' like the don

I swear to God man, Chicago we so strong

We so on, it's so real

I'm takin' chances like Chance, that's fo' real

This is ya already know about me dawg

It's Lil B from the winter, spring, summer, and fall

I neva fall and I neva fail

And when I fail I bounce back like that dude fo' real

I'm just keepin' it fo' real

I'm like a mummy cause I'm fo' real

And don't play games with me

I rep Chicago fo' life, it's Lil B, ya feel me?

(Verse 2: Keith Jenkins)

Yeah, uh, we in it

In the house like silverware

They try to box me in, I neva square

Worldwide, we everywhere, ya neva there

Pussies like yo father, ya ain't neva there

Talkin' bout soul, feel it everywhere

Yeah, did what I had to do

Show up in the bucket actin' brand new

Two plus two is four, yeah I got it more

Tryna get some more, what I got in store

Held it in the drawer

Kickin' somethin' ya neva seen befo'

Know ya feel it

And ya ain't got to like it, we the realest

Ugh, rock it from the bottom

Told 'em if they needy, yeah I got to make no problem here

Me and Chance takin' chances

And we ain't savin' dances

Not fo' her, not fo' her, it's fo' her, her and her, him and ya

I got one fo' ya too, it's love round here

Yeah, we eva hear and we right here

(Interlude: Chance The Rapper)

I'm sorry, my fault my fault my fault

I was gone fo' a second to smoke a cigarette which

I shouldn't even be smokin', fuck cigarettes on the record

(Verse 3: Chance The Rapper)

That's fo' the record

Feel like liquor

Pollinate, ya ou just got to wait

I just had a hit now I elevate

I know they hella waitin'

They got an idea fo' this shit

They said they been waitin' years fo' this shit

Don't ask about my ends!

Don't ask about my friends!

Me and Brandon get

Money on the regular

Feelin' like a naggler

Feelin' on the infinite

Feelings of benevolance

In a spaceship, I can't erase it

I just will face it

Another but I just might face it

Get a facelift, come thru' with that space-shift

That shift bar in yo car, ugh

In case of emergency just break the glass

I can't wait fo' class

And I still can't pay fo' ass

Celebrity hoes be so choosy

Watch that next step, it's a doozy

Don't call no girls no floozies

Don't call no Ubers, no taxis

Check out my Pat Maxi!

So nasty, flow crabby don't gas me

I know my shit so classy

But I had so much fun wit the freestyles like T-Nasty

I mean T-Wayne, I'm tweakin'

Off of the top, offer a lot

And it's aweslin' hot, I know that I rock

Got pit fo' tomorrow

So I give her all the morrow

Southside Delivery, that's a... that's a good nigga

Nah, fo' real though cause this shit is just fun and we just chillin', shouts out to Nate Foxx

Shouts out to Soundscape Studios, real positive