Instagram Song 2 by Chance the Rapper Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Back home you get cash, you pistachio
They crack shells while you get gas
You get too flashy, get a camera roll
Come to your potluck with a casserole
Name new strains that make your casket roll
Turn your city into your Grassy Knoll
Nobody drive around with their top back
Every time they shootout on the highway, niggas shot back
Every séance and tribute never brought Pac back
I sometimes have dreams about a city where the cops black
But then I gotta stop that
I remember how few niggas in Atlanta jails is not black
I probably catch a co--
Back home you get cash, you pistachio
They crack shells while you get gas
You get too flashy, get a camera roll
Come to your potluck with a casserole
Name new strains that make your casket roll
Turn your city into your Grassy Knoll
Nobody drive around with their top back
Every time they shootout on the highway, niggas shot back
Every séance and tribute never brought Pac back
I sometimes have dreams about a city where the cops black
But then I gotta stop that
I remember how few niggas in Atlanta jails is not black
I probably catch a co--