We Are

[Gaines] Daewalker on the beat [Hook] We are the people that rule the world A force running in every boy and girl All rejoicing in the world Take me now - We can try [Verse 1: Gaines] Okay they call me Gaines Mr. Down to earth and still out of this world On this freaking grizzy bizzy B and bizzy catch you so Well I’m out to matrix they declaring I’m the one So much fire in my eyes it’s like I’m staring at the sun You running here I come I’m grinding getting funds I’m trying to be the best person I can become They lie ‘bout what it was What a nigga like me can’t think don’t smoke don’t drink At least I try no lie real niggas say what round so OG I done made some fucked up decisions but I’m a different man Future is connected to present and I ain't looking back Disrespect and I’ll introduce you to Edward Pimping Hand You ho sipping ass no money getting ass sniffing grass This shits advanced you get one shot don’t miss your chance My mind is free no mind control could ever silence me Honestly I’ll never stunt you chicks you ain’t as fine as me I’m trying to see a dynasty so deuces cinco minus three I don’t need favors, ain’t waiting on no savior Y'all talking big but y’all little niggas like J.J. Barea Whoa the kid got official flow and I swear these niggas just don’t know And the world’s so cold even if it don’t snow Mother fuckers better get yo’ coat before it get yo’ soul If I’m anything ho- ho- homey I’m a king Rock whatever the fuck I want and you girls still on my team My dreams I’m so inpatient, no stopping my dedication Yawl reach for riches and bitches I’m out here reaching for greatness cause [Hook] [Verse 2: Chance The Rapper] Chance the Rapper? My name is Chance No thing I got them hands That Xanax be my dance On 7-9 my land, on chief Lost my train of thought but I hop on tracks and its shot down There’s a whole lotta niggas getting shot down Down in Chi-town My teacher asked me, “You ever died? You ever died? Don’t move away from here, ‘cause if you do you never might, It’s utopic and you hope it’s not a hoax or fucking lie Or bogus fucking joke or hocus pocus of the eye” Say a prayer for all my siblings out there jamming on them pavements Yawl out there jamming on the road, They out blam-blaming on the weekend I ain’t scared none of YOU nigga, They sneaking and they scheming I was tweaking now I’m decent, That god damn it adol-ee-cense Anna-Lisa keep ‘em safe, I know it’s getting hard Right when your son’s coming up is when it get to getting dark And we might not get no older; they just get us from the start Better hold us while you can, While we are still where we are (oh yeah) [Hook]