Chance the Rapper — Instagram Song 7

[Verse: Chance the Rapper] Someone said we just a buncha insignificant slobs Scattered blips without a intricate plot Untethered, independent from effect or a cause When you finna get robbed, would you rather have a gun or have God? Everybody got two knees to drop to, few D's in high school Two eyes to watch you, impeach you My children sneeze, like, "Achoo," say cheese They gotchu teen mad, they not you Bench press, they spot you Difference in the have and have nots The timin' of havin' was not lifetime to have jobs When you lookin' at the bills and you can't afford all your bills Tell me, really, would you rather have a gun or have God? I done tip-toed up and down the shadowed path Seen the type of fights that make you tear up like a battled past Backpackin', battle, uphill in a avalanche Reached out the olive branch, turned down the apple branch Poured up some apple cran', turned up the apple store Turned it into apple core 'till they didn't have no more But I didn't have none of that when my auntie had died Would you rather have a gun or have God? You wanna pray to the universe, end up leavin' like Juniper I heard men that fall in love with world are usually from Jupiter Conversations are super current, the truth is the super sermon The Ubers are two Suburbans, the bills is on Uma Thurman And life is a breeze, and your lungs is on breathe And your heat is on beat, and it's shit on your fleas And its shoes on your feet, and its love in your heart Tell me, really, would you rather have a gun or have God? [Outro] Would you rather have a gun or have God?