[Refrain] Heads bowed for the curly haired sons of Abraham Dear Father, guide all my brothers away from Sam If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam Shake that jam Heads bowed for the curly haired sons of Abraham Dear Father, guide all my brothers away from Sam If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam Shake that jam
[Verse 1] Chance The Rapper, song singer Senior bong steamer Light up hot wheels Locked up wrong steamer Dreamer long beamers Our neighbors their lawns greener We wrestle with envy then act up John Cena Chance the lord Bennett referred to as word chemist The bourbon and slurred sentences Is turning up burning bridges Cigarette stained smile, all covered in sin My big homie died young just turned older than him Getting hyped up got them bad bitches on it Getting knocked up off a nigga bad luck Getting scared now with them IRS audits All the tax money that I didn’t add up That I didn’t get yet but they think that I got it Keep a long shirt so they think that I got it And if they all dummy and a nigga get bodied It was really, really ill, I know a nigga got ah ah Hell yeah I’ll always get a pic with y’all niggas Word to my fans, all six of y'all niggas I seen all the tweets and the tips from y’all niggas Got hands for them niggas that pick on y'all niggas Loving your love, an album to come I bet that you love it comes out in a month Chance the astounding class clown Turned out to amounting to something And that’s something 3001, ah
[Hook] I count my blessings too often My best friends on one hand My sheep when I’m done here Gotta get up, get up I count my blessings too often My best friends on one hand My sheep when I’m done here Gotta get up, get up
[Verse 2] Knock knock said the fist to the world, shine sun through the mist and debris Bang bang said the fist to the young, silence from the lips of the free Say something important, say something important, make money the end of the week But that shit coming soon, I’m getting hungry, might sell out in a couple of weeks But my crib they buckin’ and they just called Buddy, that’s lil bro Even though last time we spoke, we was arguing, but we still stay close Ask God to watch the squad on God, battle niggas to the death, alright Fuck your squad and the whole facade I ain’t never scared of where a nigga reside Extra mild sauce on the side, extra mileage on the ride Express, I'mma grab my chain, cause it’s extra violence all on the nine Ten days, that’s an awful lot, eleven squares in like fifteen minutes Sixteens when that album comes, spit twelve real quick for a listening picnic, igh!
[Hook] I count my blessings too often My best friends on one hand My sheep when I’m done here Gotta get up, get up I count my blessings too often My best friends on one hand My sheep when I’m done here Gotta get up, get up
[Refrain] Heads bowed for the curly haired sons of Abraham Dear father, guide all my brothers away from Sam If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam Shake that jam Heads bowed for the curly haired sons of Abraham Dear father, guide all my brothers away from Sam If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam Shake that jam