Tom: A
Hook: Chance The Rapper 
       Bm              D 
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay 
D                     A1 
Grind all day til the fam okay 
   D                              A1 
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray 
        A                         Bm 
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away (x2) 



verse 1: Vic Mensa 
         Bm     D 
Turn the radio up and we can have a good time 
D                   A1            
Got me feeling like J.J. on Good Times 
D                         A1 
Back when Thelma had that ass, off the fam good 
  A                         Bm 
My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good 
Bm                 D                    
Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters 
D                    A1       
Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders 
D                       A1 
Till my pops popped me off, that was family matters 
A                        Bm  
Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping Sammy Adams 
Bm               D 
Now I'm rollin', iPhone Stolen 
D               A1 
Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin' 
D                       A1 
Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden 
A                     Bm 
Got big shoes to fill like try go bowling 
Bm                 D               
Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out 
D                       A1 
4th quarter, how you gon go and take Mike out? 
D             A1     
Summertime Chi, I had to pull the bike out 
A              Bm 
Riding getting nice cause it's nice out 



       Bm              D 
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay 
D                     A1 
Grind all day til the fam okay 
   D                              A1 
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray 
        A                         Bm 
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away (x2) 



verse 2: Chance The Rapper 
     Bm                       D 
Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast 
D                        A1 
Don't make up your mind, you should flake on that class 
D                             A1 
Sing all you want, just don't Drake on they ass 
A                         Bm 
Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass 
Bm                  D 
Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck 
D                     A1 
Tonight you could blow, tomorrow you suck 
D               A1 
Bizarro, my carro, I borrowed from Chuck 
  A              Bm 
A new SLR and Ferrarro deluxe 
   Bm            D 
No money for the meter when I'm parkin' em 
D                      A1 
Gassed than a bitch no car with him 
D                              A1             A                    Bm 
Market him, tell him that he's buzzing like a game of operation with Parkinsons 
Bm                D 
Young kid rappers, kidnappers 
D                     A1 
Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya 
D                A1 
Will get at you, come get at you 
A                  Bm 
Wanna break ya off, Come Kit-Kat you 

       Bm                 D 
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay 
D                     A1 
Grind all day til the fam okay 
   D                              A1 
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray 
        A                         Bm 
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away (x8) 

Bm D D A1 D A1 A Bm 

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