Roo - Chance The Rapper, Taylor Bennett, CocoRosie

It was all us crammed in the house

Back when my dad was the man of the house

A lot of dads left, they abandoned the house

My dad Joe Jack, start a band in the house

He said one friend, one friend in the house

Only one friend in the whole wide world

One day will come when you only have each other

Never give it up for a boy or a girl

We come in peace but we don’t come in pieces

We on some tag-team WWE shit

We look just alike, the prestige is so prestigious

The splitting image of Lupita standing on them beaches

Don’t tweak and don’t be facetious

Those shells’ll shred you to pieces

These niggas faking like demons

But I’ma send 'em to Jesus (It's just me and my bro)

Versus all of you heathens

They think I’m reading Ephesians

I have all these niggas hiding, avoiding meetings like vegans

I got the keys like I’m Keegan

I’ll line the trunk with the bleach

And I’ll leave you inside the freezer and let you chill for the weekend

But forget over the weekend and come back inside a month

And I throw you inside the trunk but it’s plastic so it ain’t leakin'

But we can be cool

We can be cool

Me and my brother

We can be cruel

Find your ass

Line your ass up

Go to work on 'em

Roosters calling in the distance

It’s a lot more crammed in the house

Back when Chance was the man of the house

Baseball bats if they ran in the house

We from out south like birds in the clouds

When I was eleven, heard my homie dad died

This shit deeper than music, I got PTS for life

So if you do production just make sure the drums right

The independent Bennetts will never need your advice

Our image won’t diminish 'cause Charlie and Marley right

Me and Chano like Peschi and Robin’s life

A made man, we just makin' the songs right

You just makin' the song hype

I really snapped, the last time I rapped I was movin' packs

In adolescence, seen ambulances, learned other lessons

Catchin' blessings, overstretchin' from first-hand impressions

Chano called my phone voicemail, hope he don’t get a message

Heard that I exit from my axis off that intersection

So if you say somethin' 'bout big bro, bitch, I’ma smack you reckless

We from down south, we bogus twice and we are not from Texas

One more rep, can’t run around strapped, so I walk around like pedestrian

Chi-town summer lookin' like my numbers, and you know how I’m bomin',

ain’t checkin' it

Called big bro, now we run it up, set it up, get it up, nigga, now let’s begin

OTF, free Durk and them

We was inside with a curfew then

What’s fire without earth and wind?

And what’s a fight when it’s worth the win?

Yeah