Chance The Rapper - I Might Need Security lyrics

Fuck you fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you (Yep)
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you (Nah nah)
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you (Nah nah)
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you (No)
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you

I ain't no activist, I'm the protagonist
I don't co-captain it
I fly solo like one cup in the cabinet
The cab is the cabinet
They trust me at landing it
They call me the advocate
They'll slide like the abacus
Boy meets world, everybody been savages
I just want to really know how
Much that your shooter averages
I'm not no nice guy, I'm just the good guy
The bad guys should really stay
On my good side
I smelled my roses younger than the good die
The Illuminati couldn't see me
With they good eye
They think they Heath Ledger scary
They just Jack Nichols
I'm a sign to my city like the Bat-Signal
Young chosen one, golden boy, De La Hoya
It ain't too many me's
Rest in peace to Verne Troyer
I was younger than I seemed as a kid
I mean my G17 18 in the head
I mean I'm only 25 but I'm Motown 25
Bet I get a statue in my hometown when I die
And Rahm, you done, I'm expectin' resignation
An open investigation on all of
These paid vacations for murderers

Fuck you, oh oh fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou-ou
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck you, oh oh fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou-ou
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, oh

I don't get no paper
I gotta sign at the bottom
Still in my bag like the fries at the bottom
And I can't do nothing right
They gon' always be at me
I missed a Crain's interview
They tried leaking my addy
I donate to the schools next
They call me a deadbeat daddy
The Sun Times gettin' that Rauner business
I got a hit-list so long I
Don't know how to finish
I bought the Chicagoist just to run
You racist bitches out of business
Speaking of racist
Fuck your microaggressions
I'll make you fix your words
Like a typo suggestion
Pat me on the back too hard
And Pat'll ask for your job
And in unrelated news
Someone'll beat your ass at your job
I'm the real deal
Who taught all these rappers that a
Big deal's not a big deal?
Inherited the earth
Popping wheelies on a big wheel
My enemy lives in his mother's basement
That's why my videos don't got
No Baphomet product placement i'm a real one
The honey is sweet, the apple's bitter
They'll try to convince you
You stronger without
Your woman than when you with her
And tell you they kidding while
Twitter trashing your litter
I know the devil's a liar
I know that players is quitters
I heard you hire your hitters
I know the higher the bidder
That mean the less on return
So I just hire a sitter
I'm not no boss nigga, I'm a soldier
Kingdom builder, man somebody shoulda told ya
Fuck you fuck you, oh oh
Fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou-ou
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck you, oh oh fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou-ou
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you