I Might Need Security Lyrics - Chance The Rapper

Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck fuck you 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck fuck you 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck fuck you 

(Yep) 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck fuck you 

(Nah nah) 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck fuck you 

(Nah nah) 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck fuck you 

(No) 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck fuck you 

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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 a drill shooter averages 

I'm not no nice guy 

I'm just a good guy 

The bad guys should really stay on my good side 

I smell 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 then 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 

Photos 

Fuck you, oh o-o-oh 

Fuck you, fuck you 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou 

Fu-fu-fu-fu fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu 

Fuck you, oh o-o-oh 

Fuck you, fuck you 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou 

Fu-fu-fu-fu fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu 

Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you 

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 

But 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, popped them 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, oh o-o-oh 

Fuck you, fuck you 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou 

Fu-fu-fu-fu fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu 

Fuck you, oh o-o-oh 

Fuck you, fuck you 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou 

Fu-fu-fu-fu fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu 

Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you 

Fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck fuck you