Chance The Rapper - Coming For Your Spot lyrics
[Chance The Rapper - Coming For Your Spot lyrics]
I'm coming for your spot, bitch
I'm coming for your spot
I ain't slept since I graduated
I'm so tired of this school shit
Niggas talking all that glad you made it
I'm getting tired of the bullshit
Posted like facebook walls
Ask me if I care how her face look, naw
Snap back to reality, back pack and a snapple
We so far from moving jeans
And backpacks from the mall
And Chance laughing em off
Hand smackin em all xanax in a ball
Shoulda said lean but the lean put on the
House if the track buy me a couch
No back pack in the fall
No plan back for me to fall
No man left for me to ball up
It's too risky, it's just a mistake
So crispy
Is that a mixtape? Is that an album? Shutup
For your spot, for your top i'm off of mine
I'm off the line
Sometimes you thought I wrote it i did
No that's bogus I'm lying but
I'm focused like a ford
Can you afford? A verse from the man
Of the yord? Of the year?
Next it's New York next it's back to Cali
Shouts to Dally Auston i do this often
And shouts to Austin the video's awesome
They wanna know more
They wanna know why but he flossing
Now you know I'm lying now you know
I'm offing eat em up lunch em
If you fuck up better punch em'
Is that still a freestyle?
IDK I eat cake, I still cake, with my bitch
Ripping off the top
Throw up the fists for niggas
That still rapping that bitch
Attack shit all and stack shit
It's still so fun to play in my car
I'm coming for your spot, bitch
I don't give a fuck about you or
Any of your shit that you
I'm coming for your spot
I'm coming for your spot
I ain't slept since I graduated
I'm so tired of this school shit
Niggas talking all that glad you made it
I'm getting tired of the bullshit
Posted like facebook walls
Ask me if I care how her face look, naw
Snap back to reality, back pack and a snapple
We so far from moving jeans
And backpacks from the mall
And Chance laughing em off
Hand smackin em all xanax in a ball
Shoulda said lean but the lean put on the
House if the track buy me a couch
No back pack in the fall
No plan back for me to fall
No man left for me to ball up
It's too risky, it's just a mistake
So crispy
Is that a mixtape? Is that an album? Shutup
For your spot, for your top i'm off of mine
I'm off the line
Sometimes you thought I wrote it i did
No that's bogus I'm lying but
I'm focused like a ford
Can you afford? A verse from the man
Of the yord? Of the year?
Next it's New York next it's back to Cali
Shouts to Dally Auston i do this often
And shouts to Austin the video's awesome
They wanna know more
They wanna know why but he flossing
Now you know I'm lying now you know
I'm offing eat em up lunch em
If you fuck up better punch em'
Is that still a freestyle?
IDK I eat cake, I still cake, with my bitch
Ripping off the top
Throw up the fists for niggas
That still rapping that bitch
Attack shit all and stack shit
It's still so fun to play in my car
I'm coming for your spot, bitch
I don't give a fuck about you or
Any of your shit that you
I'm coming for your spot