Nana (feat. Action Bronson) - Chance The Rapper Feat. Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz

Ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah I'm glad I never used cocaine 'Cause I would be an addict Running 'round town ass naked, chase rabbit They found me face down at the Great Lake Tavern A payday pattern, the fake ID said "JJ Adams" My other one was stolen by a madame She whispered to the hooker like, "We have him" She was right, I was blinded by the pussy like Gotta make it home because My wifey said it's cookie night Plus I owe two hundred large to the bookie I think I might boogie Head crack, bread stack, I'm a G Iced out like Pat Ewing's knee All white, alright, I'm the hood pope Break night, take flight, got the good dope Adidas Boost on, looking like a highlighter True fact, I'm a livewire Got denied at the red light district Shorty said I probably break wombs with this dick My life is the fountain of youth Let a rapper talk slick, he'll get found in the booth Draw mom on my face and rock one gold tooth Then it's back to the strip, gotta get more loot Persian lamb jackets, chinchilla collars Surgeon hand ratchets, winners get dollars

[Intro/Hook:] {Know you broke my heart woman} {When you said goodbye to me} You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North Before you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house [Action Bronson:] Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees On two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells No more childs play kid you with the big boys Fuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce My family's hating that I rhyme with fury Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases That'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard You ain't never in the limelight, undercard Bronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer [Hook] [Action Bronson:] The second stanza even deadly than the first From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade He'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade First day class, the Agassis are black and white My older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up Just a taste of the life like a September call up Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run Praise the son that can stand on his own two Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew [Chrous}

Righteous man Walk with me Bear the burden, yo No, no, don't do you dare, cast one stone in air I'm cracking stone with bare hands, you're a mere man I know my stoners here, all my visionaries Shades in the night, that's a scary sight I'm never in the dark though, my squad the brightest circle Watch with the internet alone I enlighten the whole globe I got it from my moms, thank you Steve Jobs You took my grandpa job and you gave me a job Not just a physical but digital way of displaying my rhymes And making these kind people pay a fine I've been through a lot, I deserve a lot, this work's fine I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses I'm more than a man, I've been died and rose again Left these holes in my hands, so you know who I am Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata (YAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK) Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata From the fiery pits, on some Dead Poets Society shit Here to bring you a variety mix Grab my dick, violently spit, cause I don't give a fuck About the type of shit, batty boys are on, get your vaginas wet And you shaking in your ballet shoes At the restaurant we valet twos, bad news Half moons on ten goons, uh On the four wheeler shredding up the sand dunes There's something wrong and that's quite clear I smell deception in the night's air That shit is sweeter than a ripe pear For your love, I cut my right ear I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses I'm more than a man, I've been died and rose again Left these holes in my hands, so you know who I am Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata (YAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK) Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata Stigmata, stigmata, stigmata Oh no, no, no they didn't, cause these ain't bars, these prisons Walk with me, every step I take in these Visvims Real rare breed, cut from the cloth like A phoenix feather when I write, Molotov, yikes! You seen them flowers bloom, know that they grew in despair A blessing in disguise, nobody knew it was there My crown had been made, I just had to put it on Now I spread my wings and let the bird of dawning sing its song And when my grandpa died I broke down and cried But still I am more than a man, I am a God Sweetest is pain amongst all of the thriller things I been through enough and so I need all of the iller things One of these days some simple soul will pick up the Book of God, read it, and will believe it. Then the rest of us will be embarrassed

Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue Because you treat me like shit I paid for the bed and never even slept in it I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in And now somebody else is eating all the pudding Things change, now my dashboard wooden All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden Dark shades, 'cause I'm stone crazy Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five Brazilians There were times I used to hide my feelings Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini And motherfuckers can't see me Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make this shit look easy Who would've thought? I'll hit you right back Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue So many women wanna call me baby And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh- Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and uh, that's me And you could order whatever The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next And I understand that's only 'cause I'm popular I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera As Bocelli sings the celly rings I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous Still I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue From a razor in a paper cup I hope every soda you drink already shaken up I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun I hope your titties all saggy in your early 20's I hope there's always snow in your driveway I hope you never get off Fridays And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck And your headphones short, and your charger don't work And you spill shit on your shirt I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade I hope you happy, I hope you happy I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy, ah! Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la

Yeah, yeah (Uh-huh) It's me, it's me (Uh-huh) I was hatched in '83 (Yeah) Fuckin' standin' like the Notre Dame logo right now Just leave this shit, man If I choose the right horse (Uh) I'mma buy a white Porsche (Uh) Never take the night off (Uh) Sayin' that my mind's off (Uh) Ever since I came out (Uh) I been handin' pain out (Uh) Fold a wire hanger through your nose, take your brain out Hey now On the stage, I'm like great balls of fire (Uh) One more year, I'll be on Lake George, retired (Just one) Big steak like a Jeep tire (Uh) Season up some biceps and throw 'em in deep fryer I been high since I was this big, yeah I been high since I was this big, stupid I'm sick like feedin' squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket If this was '96, I def' had The Tunnel packed in (It's true) Big beard like I'm lumberjackin' (Uh) Mash the pedal of the 850 Sound like the thunder crackin' I'm in a club with a condom on (Hahaha) All Under Armour on (Yeah) And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW Microphone attached to my head so I can dance my little heart out Don't make me bring the white guitar out Like the one in Wayne's World That was shinin' in the window Since 13, I been a nympho Fuck, That's Delicious on box set Me and my mans smokin' on big drugs and feasting on the ox leg Stand in the store with twenty Ahmed's Bazookas on shoulders, hundred pounds of C4 in a stroller Z4s roll up, shit's cold, I think I need a ricola I just dropped a million kroner, I'm a stoner (Uh) You lack culture, I'm a psychedelic image of a black vulture Trapped inside a past soldier (It's me) I just blew my motherfuckin' high, man (Ho!) Holy shit I been high since I was this big, motherfucker And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW Albanian style, I wanna die by machine gun

Hey, so I really wanted Juice to be on the mixtape But I couldn't, uh, get it cleared in time But, everytime you play this track all the way through All the streaming proceeds go directly to social work So, run this back and play it all the way through Uh, again, I really appreciate you guys being here Since day one and uh, yeah, album is comin' real soon Ah!

The highs and the lows The highs, the lows I'm an emotional rollercoaster (ah) With highs so high, could put Bol Bol on a poster (mm) But when the bread get low like four loaves in a toaster Or the shoulders can get cold as ten toes in Nova Scotia Some days I hold a grudge, some days I Holy Ghost her Some days I just ghost her, some days I'm supposed to The crib feel like a gunfight, but them strollers, that's the holster (huh) We can make amends over old memes and mimosas My mama know I ain't make my bed, but I'ma lay in it Whether it's sandpaper, suede linen Whether I'm alone or Creole lady marmalade-ing it The same pajamas I was afraid in, I boogeyman slayed My blankets concealed my blade in it, emotional seesaw With two fat motherfuckers with strong knees in free fall (huh) It's cloudy with a chance of meatballs, I checked the weather I gave all my vices a call, let's get together To talk about the highs and lows, the ups and downs The friends that I had to hide to come around They told me that I knew you'd always come around Come around, come around, come around, come around To work out the highs and lows, the ups and downs No need to hide disguises comin' down Go and get high, I promise you're comin' down Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down When it's hard to keep your eyes on the road (eyes on the road) And you feel your back's on the ropes (with your backs against the ropes) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) You gotta take the highs with the lows (yeah, yeah) You're lost, and you're runnin' out of hope (you're runnin' out of hope) Lookin' for the best way to cope (for the best ways to cope) Just know we all been there before (we all been there) You gotta take the highs with the lows (badmon) I was feelin' lifeless, I had to cut my vices (I had to) Now the feelin' that I feel is priceless In the spirit, want me to be righteous But I know I might just relapse, get sucked in these devices Got so used to feedback, I couldn't tell what mines is (word) Sometimes all the outside noise just really blinds us Beware (facts), believe none of what you see and half of what you hear (right) The best things in life on the opposite side of fear I swear I see it clear, like after the storm Still, you can't stop the rain like the Loose Ends' song My word is bond like James, yo, I couldn't complain (nah) 'Cause even when I did, niggas really couldn't feel my pain (uh) That's the type of shit to drive a nigga insane Wanna be numb, now your thumb back flickin' the flame Back to square one, tryna overcome what you became Like they was right, I guess you're never gon' change, I guess you never gon' When it's hard to keep your eyes on the road (your eyes on the road) You start to feel your back on the ropes (your back 'gainst the ropes) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) You're lost, and you're runnin' out of hope (and you're runnin' out of hope) And you lookin' for the best way to cope (the best way to cope) Just know we all been there before (we all been there) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) To talk about the highs and lows, the ups and downs The friends that I had to hide to come around They told me that I knew you'd always come around Come around, come around, come around, come around To work out the highs and lows, the ups and downs (the ups and downs) No need to hide disguises comin' down (comin' down) Go and get high, I promise you're comin' down Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down Buck, buck, buck, brr, Chano Chance The Rapper, Josif Badmon (yes, yes) You done know this Big up to the youth dem All the youth dem worldwide (all the youth dem are the truth dem) Yes, and the most high, praise the most high Chano Fuck Mussolini with his dead ass Fuck, fuck, fuck

Wait, kringle bells all the way Ayy, on your heels, girl make that shake (shake, shake, shake) Ayy, got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh And tryna tee up Christmas day Won't you, won't you kringle bells all the way Ayy, got them bells all on her shake (shake, shake, shake, shake) Got 'bout three hoes on the way Ayy, got 'bout three hoes in my sleigh, ayy Legs up Hello, kitty (hell yeah) I wanna prove (ah yeah) It's cuffing season (hell yeah) But you got a man (yeah, yeah) Tell him get (spread up) I'm in the spirit (yeah, yeah) So who's is it? (Say it now) I don't play (legs up) See my face (hell yeah) Have a seat (oh, yeah) Make a plate (hell yeah) She can't wait (yeah, yeah) Still awake (spread up) To open gifts (yeah, yeah) It's Christmas Day (say it now) Ayy, kringle bells all the way (all the way) Ayy, on your heels, girl, make that shake (I make it shake) Got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh (up on my sleigh) And tryna tee up Christmas day (on Christmas day) Won't you, won't you kringle bells all the way? (All the way) Ayy, got them bells all on her shake (on Christmas day) Got 'bout three hoes on the way (I brought them away) Ayy, got 'bout three hoes in my sleigh I'll keep you close, howlin' in snow Call your Santa Claus That's what Christmas for Hey, I got three hoes on the way (on the way) Got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh (I make it sleigh) They tryna tee up Christmas Day (on Christmas Day) They tryna tee up Christmas Day (on Christmas Day) Tell them jingle bells all the way (up all the way) Bells are hangin', damn they shake (and make it shake) I got three hoes on the way (up on the way) They tryna tee up Christmas day (on Christmas Day) Just tell me which floor, should I get off? And I'll be right there to set it off I'll be right there to deck the halls Either your love or none at all And your presence is a present for me For Christmas or just because It's either your love or none at all Either your love or none at all Christmas Oh, I love Christmas Being obligated to buy shit for people at a certain time in the year I buy Christmas gifts, but just, just 'cause you're supposed to, Jesus Autotune that for me Jesus Consumerism Jesus' Birthday I swear to God, if you leave my raw vocals like that We not friends anymore Autotune my shit and put them Put them Travis Scott effects on my shit

Yo, It's the return of the gifted gift-er The secret Santa grab bag sifter The Grinch sled hanging off the ledge Dead lifter The best thrifter The tear jerker The Santa's little helper Employee of the year worker The smile bringer The joy inside the child lingers The boy inside the crowd proud he's a loud singer The whole choir The bowtie-er The snow plow and the snow tires The coat buyer The "Aw you shouldn't have"-er The Birkin Bagger The gifted rapper They told me it's the thought that Counts but really It's the count that matters Accountant hacker Bank amount countin backwards a thousand smackers It's the return of Chris Kringle that piss singles That shit tingles Sending checks twice cause the names on the list wrinkled My chips Pringle My chips bingo My green mean go Your green means slow It's the young born again Good hood ornament With a little chicken like a Cornish hen Amazon ordering Cohiba importer Evergreen watering Wrapping all night will he ever bring the chorus in Fire place bright like I threw ten menorahs And ten more kinaras and a whole fucking forest in I'll buy the doll and the mall that the store is in I'll hide the presents and the dresser and the drawer is in My dog doin moves he said "this shit is on the floor again" Feds was on his trail but he got 50 names in Oregon I bought cases bigger than the suits that you see Lori in James still sitting but I'm sending a Delorean Look it's Mr. Christmas Bonus Mr. Made his brother's bands, Mr. Nicholas Jonas Mr. big cahones But bigger heart that's where the homeless' home is The home alone kid Its the return of Kevin McCallister The Swiss Mister The hot chocolate mixer That gets pictures The big, big cousin miss-er The quick fixer The Wiz Oz big blizzard, the big gifter