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The good people good for nuthin1/1/2023 ![]() He was like, ‘Oh shit! You’re Saba?’ And I was like, ‘Yes. ![]() Our first real interaction was him asking me to be on Acid Rap, which only happened after he heard some work I did with a producer who he was working with at the time, DJ Such N Such. Yo, what’s up, I’m Chance.” I don’t take it personally. Like, every time I would meet Chance he would say, “Yo, what’s up, I’m Chance. ![]() I met him probably three or four times before he even remembered me. I met Chance, I was probably 16, maybe 17, one of my friends introduced me to him. In another interview on Highsnobiety, Saba said: Nice to see you, Father New Year Middle finger Uncle Samuel Shooting death with weighted dice And hitting stains on birthday candles I know somebody, somebody loves my ass 'Cause they help me beat my demon's ass Like Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over The type to love from a distance, not the type that told her Spent three days on the rap, trash it and type it over With babies on the block underarms like fighting odors Coppers and quotas, hold ya head like 2Pac had taught Obviously, they are on a come up With better chances tobogganing in the fucking summer Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones All odds against us, we tryna get lucky, doper than Lucky You're ending happy, that's only a tugging Like Satan masturbating, shit come hot, but y'all still love me Ugh, h ow Father Time a deadbeat? Maybe I'm adopted That'll explain why all of my shit been so timeless, igh Everybody's somebody's everything, nigga Nobody's nothing, nigga Everybody's somebody's everything, nigga Nobody's nothing at all Wu-Tang Everybody's somebody's everything That's right Nobody's nothing I know you're right ![]() What's good good? And what's good evil? And what's good, gangstas? And what's good, people? And why God phone die every time that I call on Him? If his son had a Twitter, wonder if I would follow Him Swallow them synonyms like cinnamon Cinnabon Keep all them sentiments down to a minimum Studious Gluteus Maxim models is sending him Pics of they genitalia, tallied up ten of 'em I slurped too many pain-kills down, I'm off a lot I got a lot of off days, but it ain't often that I'm off the clock You know what I mean, I got the Chicago Blues We invented rock before the Stones got through We just aiming back 'cause the cops shot you Buck buck, bang bang, yelling "Fuck Fox News" Booyaka buckle up, motherfuck opps too Ain't no knuckling up 'em young 'cause it just not cool Nice to see you, Father New Year Middle finger Uncle Samuel Shooting death with weighted dice And hitting stains on birthday candles I know somebody, somebody loves my ass 'Cause they help me beat my demon's ass ![]()
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