Noname - Last Dance BASED FREESTYLE lyrics

[Intro: Lil B] Yeah, welcome to this beautiful mixtape Based freestyle Chance the Rapper, Lil B yeah [Verse 1: Lil B] This our f**in' last chance I'm goin' to the top b**h, this is the last dance I got my hands open, lookin' to the sky like Lord can you take me? I'm alright I got my wings flyin', b**h I'm like a Red Bull I knock n***as out the game, b**h this sh** is full I'm not full, I'm still hungry and sh** I got b**hes on my sh**, I'm not funny, it's rich You feel me? (what's up b**h?) That's why we so serious And mothaf**as gotta stop, b**h I'm like a period Or a comma cause these mothaf**as gotta take a pause Or somethin' I might hit 'em with the llama for frontin' These mothaf**as gotta stick with me Cause I don't know nobody but I know Lil B And I don't hate nobody but I love BasedGod It's mothaf**in' Chance the Rapper, what's up my Chi? What's up? [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] What's up? You thought it was a joke Til I come in - hocus pocus, with the dopest sh**-halitosis, I spit the grossest Now I gotta spit ashy then gross a**ist Grocery shoppin' for my mama and daughter I'm feelin' like I shouldn't have involved her But now I'm movin' too quickly Believe it or not, I'm Mr. Ripley, talented too Comin' through like the afterwards school Afterwards what they have at school Nothin' leftover so I came back to the land With my homie Lil B and half of my bands We did it different than the Xans No sleep, stayin' up real late with my mans And out in Chicago droppin' sh** off the top They thought after Surf this sh** would just stop What's their problem? What's, what's their problem? I'm comin' through, I had to dissolve 'em Like acid to bases They want me to go back to Acid, the basic sh** that's just tasteless Now I'm flippin' it up like the Taste did This year in Chicago when they started chargin' for tickets Ayy shout out to the hood, they ain't gon' keep chargin' for tickets If they don't let us in then we're chargin' the bridges They tried to charge like Tar with the bridges I went to school with my sisters And speakin' of my sisters I got Fatimah Noname Gypsy comin' through on the feelings What's up!? [Verse 3: Noname Gypsy] Ayy it's Fatimah, Mrs. Noname Gypsy Not tipsy today but I'm Ripley today Like he said before I'm knockin' on your door I'm comin' through with metaphor after metaphor Like Meta 5 I'm still alive, like the beehive On some Beyoncé sh**, I'm hella equipped For anything if you're ready, I'm heavy Like Monique, that was a fat reference You can put me on the guest list You can tell me that I'm next, b**h And I'd be like, "Fasho I am!" Sorry fam, I'm not a good freestyler Uh I don't know what to say I'm kinda crazy, kinda hazy, smokin' hazy I'm off the top, I'm super lazy, hella Jay Z But not Jay Z, I meant jaded, I'm faded I be smokin' mad cigarettes Uh, I'm in a jet, I got a jetpack I'm super black like Obama Or like Nina Simone I'm comin' home again like Kanye should've [Outro: Noname Gypsy] Uh, I don't know Uh is this gonna be a whole freestyle mixtape? That's crazy Got my man Chance and my brother Lil B And of course myself, Noname