[Intro]

Uhh baby (x2)

[Verse 1: Alex Wiley]

Blast off [uhh baby)

It's the motherfucking time now

Dug a deep ditch when i quit school, but this rapping shit helping me climb out

Me and Chancellor, fuck you tahm bout

Village shittin' on niggas in time out

When im feeling this all that i rhyme 'bout

Me and Kembe grindin' in the grind house

Asking where I wanna go, who I wanna be

My life is nothing more than ripping all these beats

And that's the way i want it im trippin'

Of the weed and that im sippin' on at least you

Tipping, fuck you mean

Gotta get mine, gotta fucking win

Gotta bring the Village, I gotta represent it

I gotta keep on pushing, gotta keep on working

I can't stop yelling fuck though, I gotta keep on shittin'

All we wanna do is get money

Seem like errbody want some shit from me

Like put me on with this and hook me on with that

Find your way up off my dick homie

Remember I used to keep the sacks with me

In the basement, watching that Rap City

Niggas used to say I rap shitty, funny

Now them niggas want a track with me

[Hook: Alex Wiley]

If my manager insults me again

I will be assaulting him

After I fuck the manager up

Then I'm going to shorten the register up

Let's go back, back to the Gap

Look at my check, wasn't no scratch

So if I stole, wasn't my fault

Yea I stole, never got caught

(x2)

[Interlude: GLC]

Yea, they're going to do it on purpose man

It's going to be haters lurking

You know what I'm talking about?

Wishing to see you fail

But at the end of the day if you got God on your side

Why the fuck would you believe in hell

You know what I'm talking about?

Hate ain't shit but the devil

Tell them motherfuckers to get up

And get up on a whole 'nother motherfucking level

Ism

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]

NASA,

Whole world wants to know what you crashed for,

Jag off, what you jag for

Im just doing what you assholes, had asked for

When we going to home?

My eyes hurt, my throat hurt, my soul hurt

My whole church know my niggas on dirt

Lil' college dropout, blame it on Ye'

Lil' Jimmy done grown up, he's slangin' them tapes

Southside, out West, South By Southwest

Doubt my prowess, I guess 'bout now I'm fresh

Goodness gracious,

Visionary chasing, Chance with a space and The

Then a pronoun, and the car spacious,

And a spaceship for the spaceship like IGH!

[Hook: Alex Wiley]

(2x)

[Outro: GLC]

Yea, always keep your ism at a magnificent level

That it's true, know what I'm talking about?

I come to find out there's three type of people in the world

There's those that ask what happened

There's those that saw it happen

And then there's those that made it happen

And which one are you?

Cathedral.ism