[Intro] Yes - Finally a song for these hatin' motherf**ers in Chicago GOD DAMN (Yeah) I don't even know what to say. Listen [Chance the Rapper] Haters, say your prayers Father Pfleger got a good book full of paper Ayer But these n***as at the studio Love me like a groupie, yo And then they sting like a [?], yo Steal my lines and repeat freestyles Look up [?] tunes then delete these files "Ayo, Chano. What's good with the remix?" "Beddie Bye was decent, best of the recent." "Love that new song, swear it was decent." "f** Chano. I swear that n***a make me sick" Walk in the stu, cute girl in his hands Imma beat his a** when I get the chance Knock his little a** out them skinny pants [?] give em pounds then I wash my hands [Split-P] Why the f** they biting rhymes? Back to the future, stuck in time Line after line, they bite my rhymes And they never get noticed cause I never got time [?] writing lines Won't you go go sniff a line? Cause I'm too too far ahead And you too too far behind Money ain't the topic cause the haters on this song Talking in the background, wanting me to sing along So I grab my protection, better get protection Cause if you bite my 16, then it's Lethal Weapon I know that left you guessing like "Wait wait wait one second." "What this guy talking when he say lethal weapons?" [?] stop hatin, or I would just be wreckin' Any MC that I'm kickin' like Tekken