[Intro: Ken & Chance the Rapper] Well I should have you hooked up next week
It’s all good or whatever, I can wait ’til my birthday. I uh-
No, no, no, no. I told ya, I know you need it now, so next week I promise you I’ll have you hooked up, ok?
Oh, alright. I just wanted to say thank you for, uh, everything. For the, the computer, the t-shirts, and all the other stuff You know, Chance. Let me tell you something. You know, I could never be more proud of anything in my life, you know, than I am of you and what you’ve done. Chance, you have done remarkable and wondrous things, so you don’t have to tell me thank you for anything. I’m supposed to do this, that stuff for you anyway, and ya know, just keep doing what you’re doing. I am very, very proud of you. Just keep doing what you’re doing, okay?
Thank you, love you
Alright, son. Love you too, take care
Alright, bye-bye Thanks for coming guys
[Verse] ‘Member sittin’ in class the first time listening to Dilla Everything’s good Rubbin’ on yo chin, sippin gin, Margiela brand chinchilla Everything’s good My manager backpack packed with packs of cigarillos And some fruit snacks, and some killers Phone numbers on speed dial, call them, save monkey guerillas Everything’s good I ain’t really that good at goodbyes I ain’t really that bad at leaving I ain’t really always been a good guy, I used to be thirsty thievin’ Runnin through purses, even persons leave ’em hurtin’, bleedin’ I ain’t really help the helpless I used to be worse than worthless Now I’m worth hooks and verses I’m good like books in churches
Harolds and Hooks and Churches Everything’s good See my name when you Google search it Use a card when I make a purchase Everything’s good But I knew I was fly when I was just a caterpillar That I’d make it even if I never make a milla When I meet my maker he gon’ make sure that we chillin’ And everything’s good I ain’t really that good at goodnight, I ain’t really that bad at sleepin’ With bad bitches, put ’em aside, I used to be thirsty creeping Now I’m out working evenings, birthdays, even Tuesdays Wednesdays, Thursdays, weekends, rehearsing verses, murdering merch and events
Damn, it feel good to be a gangsta And it feel good for me to thank you Put money back in your bank account Off of songs I barely could think up ‘Cause a lot of songs niggas gon’ make up Make sense, but they never gon’ make a sound And I’m better than I was the last time, crescendo Thanks Justin, lending them pencils Mr. Menzies, Mensa, Chris Minto The time I beat Chris on Nintendo Na-na-na, hey, hey, good intro Remember jacket shoppin’ after listening to Thriller Remember the first time you heard this through and thought, “Damn that’s that nigga” Everything’s good