The Man Who Has Everything - Chance The Rapper

What to get the man who has everything?

Tryna fit myself into a schedule and a wedding ring

Tryna eat everything

I was raised, it come across my plate, then I better swing

Tryna turn Confederate flags into confetti strings

I’m tryna back up my baby mama like Kevin Federline

Heard they got some nice-ass houses out there in Beverly

Never leave where I came from

I just need me some stockings

And the chimney they could hang from

Photos so my kids can find out where they got their names from

Christmas cards so gorgeous, other families wanna frame one

Real talk, I need a front yard, a backyard

A side yard, a side yard, inside bar, a dry bar

Nine cars and a garage, and it’s on hella acres

I’m tired of people visitin', takin' the elevator

Well, we’ll keep the elevator

Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

Don’t gifts get re-wrapped?

That shit could get sticky like tree sap

I gave you free raps, that shit sound like free facts

Which is 'bout as common as free blacks

Stuck like freeze tag from one of these random police stops

Look like the treetops soon as the breeze stops

And once the debris drops, the streets 400 degrees hot

Please, man, we needin' some freeze pops

What in the world for the man who has everything?

Man, West Chatham Park could use some better swings

Used to be disheveled, I went and shoveled everything

Tell Santa to show up to doors he never ring

He never ring

Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

That’s all I ask

Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

That baby is a genius

Don’t teach him 'bout Santa 'til you teach him 'bout Jesus

Don’t take him out the snow to try to take him on beaches

I swear, it’s enough leisure in this world to get lost

What’s the point of gainin' chicken if you lose all the sauce?

What’s the point of gainin' chicken if it can’t get across?

Lost the cold hard cash, they said, «Damn, that boy soft»

Same niggas lost their souls in a fuckin' coin toss

I guess I cleaned up, Santa don’t miss no names but I miss Fatimah

It’s been a minute since I’ve seen her

Them the type of things I hate to bring up, just like the prenup

That shit be see-through like John Cena, Aquafina

But like the Christmas tape, there’s things that I gotta get clear

Like my papa ask the same question every year

«What to get for my boy who has everything?»

I said, «I'll take anything but everything,» you know?

Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you