Clean Up (feat. Chance the Rapper)

Aye bro, this shit! Well I'll wait 'til my turn I create, this my world, you gon' learn It could end any day Body bags cover face, they zip up just like Bapes Well alright, I give 'em monkey bars, them bitches ho wait The game like Madden in '08, I swear it's fucked up It's so young but then them young boys die old age While I move moons, control waves, the world gon' rotate Like okay, I get it, get it, your friends did it, they're famous And you rap too, so when you gon' make it? I say, "Really it's patience, but really it's condensation And I can't wait to drop" Don't say a lot, that work talk but first off I don't ever pray a lot My mama raised me a prophet So therefore they're gon' have to leave me no option I got my mind on money, got control of my mind And my mind on my vision, my mind on my mission But this shit, this shit This shit, better turn your shit up This shit, better turn your shit up This shit, better turn your shit, clean up This shit better, this shit better This shit better, shit better turn your shit up This shit, better turn your shit, clean up Well I'll wait 'til my turn I create, this my world, put in work What's your worth? What's your motive, this shit'll split an ocean It split an atom, no I don't pray to God, I pray to Moses They do the most and they never learn some shit But see they've been quiet They don't make no noise, I turn their shit up So tell your mama, your daddy, your brother, your baby sister Then call the babysitter Someone need to watch this, I need a witness I'm 'bout to change it, in the places I'm 'bout to take it Work that I put in prolly'll save me a generation I'm makin' 'em conscious [?], makin' some progress In need of a prophet like mothafuck a double entendre And I say, bitch I'm a problem, I say, bitch I'm a problem If they want it I got it, then they leave me no option