Wraith Lyrics by Chance the Rapper, VIC MENSA & Smoko Ono
My name like the Rangers, I write it in Stone
Chano my n****, he right or he wrong
Stars in the roof, it’s a—
Aye, yeah
It’s a war zone at home
Aye, this shit don’t make no sense
Pullin’ up in that spaceship, yeah
My name like the Rangers, I write it in Stone
Chano my n****, he right or he wrong
Stars in the roof, it’s a it’s a war zone at home
I swear this shit feel like Attack of the Clones
Father them n*****, I gave ’em they sound
It might’ve worked out if I wrote ’em they songs
One of one Kerby, I got this shit sown
My fist in the air like the back of my comb
Over they head like a shot with a drone
Securus calls, puttin’ money on phone
Mom asked me when I’m coming back home
I said I’d be down, a benefit to you to have me around
This rap shit got slow, went and got me a pound, that Tokyo-grown
TMZ socio, why they so nosy though?
These n***** lyin’, I call ’em Pinocchio, aye
You know this ain’t my first rodeo
He caught two shots, I call that shit a doppio
My n***** poppin’, so don’t try the, “Oki-doke”
They with the six, they ain’t on OVO
I’m on the 5 gettin’ Peso with Curry Moe
Yeah, you know my story though
Pick up the pace if I pick up the phone
She acting up, I start actin’ along
Wake up one morning and that bitch was gone
We not in Kansas like Patrick Mahomes
Over the rainbow and back in the two flat
The witches is too flat, it shattered they bones
The house is too heavy, the wrist is too heavy
My brother a heavy, he stackin’ the Stone
Savemoney marrow, it’s back in my bones
I’m back in the ‘yo like it’s back in the day
My city a riot, I go on a diet
But if I keep eating, they’ll have a parade
I’m on the 9, I’m having a Wraith
If I got the Bentley, we havin’ a race
I’m slammin’ the jakes and stackin’ the rakes
We going in prisons and openin’ gates
Closing the precinct and open the case
I’m cracking the code and open the safe
My brothers and sisters, I sat and I thought
And I flew in a rush and I soaked in a lake
People were scattered, the leaders were flattered
And hidden in neo-colonial states
You cannot get out this by owning a school
You cannot get out this by owning the place
Body the body, the body, the body, the body, the body, the body, the head
I’m part of the body, I’m part of the problem
I’m a part of my body, I’m parting the red
Body the body, the body, the body, the body, the body, the body, the head
The sea get too choppy, the people get Wocky and Israel’s salty the water is dead
Bob Marley, I’m burnin’
Bob Marley, I’m burnin’
Got me ballin’ like Irving
And the world keep turnin’
In a Suburban, I’m swervin’
And she slurpin’ and burpin’
And I’m smokin’ on Durbin
And my motor a German
Bob Marley, I’m burnin’
Bob Marley, I’m burnin’
Got me ballin’ like Irving
And the world keep turnin’
In a Suburban, I’m swervin’
And she slurpin’ and burpin’
And I’m smokin’ on Durbin
And my motor a German