Chance the Rapper - Child Of God

Capo: 1st fret

[Intro]

Ebadd11 Bbsus4/G Ab Ab Ab Bb Bb
Igh!
Ebadd11 Bbsus4/G
Just do your thing, child
Ab Ab
Just do your thing, child
Ab Bb
Do your thing

[Verse 1]
Ebadd11
Truth be told, I got the ball on a string
Bsus4/G
Carried the weight of the world, but it came with some handles
Ab Ab
I drag it to the basket, Moses with the passage
Ab Bb
Safely Lord God, please make an example
Bb Ebadd11
I try to break shackles, now they ankles in shambles
Bsus4/G
I can’t expect them to be grateful and thankful
Ab Ab
They thought I had a manual like Hansel
Ab Bb Bb
Leave your plans in mans hands and it gets manhandled
Ebadd11
Dancin’ in the street, but I didn’t panhandle
Bsus4/G
When I finally drop, make a pamphlet
Ab Ab
Sell tickets, put that shit on FanDuel, OnlyFans and Fandango
Ab Bb
Give me your ear like Van Gogh and it’s candlewick
Ebadd11
I mean, I mean, it’s lit like a candlestick
Bbsus4/G
When I’m fatigued like a camo fit
Ab Ab
A rich man: the size of the needle that the camel fits
Ab Bb
Walkin’ to Jesus with my sandals wet

[Pre-Chorus]
Ebadd11
This world will make you second-guess your first mind
Bbsus4/G
Remember when it was your first day, the first time?
Ab Ab
It couldn’t have come at a worst place or worst time
Ab Bb
And you remember that low voice with that rehearsed line

Just repeatin’

[Chorus]
Ebadd11
Do your thing, child (Do your thing, child)
Bbsus4/G
Do your thing (That shit hit, hahahaha)
Ab Ab
Just do your thing, child (Oh jeez)
Ab Bb
Do your thing (Do your thing)

[Verse 2]
Ebadd11
At every corner store, bodega, delicatessen
Bbsus4/G
Stands a big head kid learning delicate lessons
Ab Ab
Roasted for they clothes, or they emotions or they roaches
Ab Bb
Bullied by they friends, or they mamas, or they coaches
Ebadd11
Half size, chastised, dolls with glass eyes
Bbsus4/G
Talk down, tossed down, the world just pass by
Ab Ab
Grow up to be saviors, surgeons, rabbis
Ab Bb Bb
The world should’ve capsized when God got baptized
Ebadd11
The boat don’t sink, the show don’t stop
Bbsus4/G
The weapons form, the load don’t drop
Ab Ab
The boat gon’ rock, the foes gon’ plot
Ab Bb
The rolls don’t switch, the photo crop
Bb
The motto is “The more those hate, the more doors prop”
Ebadd11
Open, the prince of Heaven was tempted
Bbsus4/G
Told that he wasn’t who he was, and they meant it
Ab Ab
Never was there a path better cemented
Ab Bb
So what they gon’ say when you at the Olympics or tryna attempt it?

[Pre-Chorus]
Ebadd11
Remember when it was your first day, the first time?
Bbsus4/G
Couldn’t have come at a worst place or worst time
Ab Ab
And you remember that low voice with that rehearsed line
Ab Bb
Repeatin’, it was sayin’

[Chorus]
Ebadd11 Bbsus4/G
Do your thing
Ab Ab
Just do your thing, child
Ab Bb
Do your thing
Ebadd11 Bbsus4/G
Just do your thing, child
Ab Ab
Just do your thing, child
Ab Bb
Do your thing
Ebadd11 Bbsus4/G
Just do your thing, child Do your thing
Ab Ab
Just do your thing, child
Ab Bb
Just do your thing

[Pre-Chorus]
Ebadd11
This world will make you second guess your first mind
Bbsus4/G
Remember when it was your first day, the first time?
Ab Ab
It couldn’t have come at a worst place or worst time
Ab Bb
And you remember that low voice with that rehearsed line

Just repeatin’

[Chorus]
Ebadd11
Do your thing, child
Bbsus4/G
Do your thing (That shit hit!)
Ab Ab
Just do your thing, child (Oh Jeez!)
Ab Bb
Do your thing (Do your thing)

[Outro]
Ebadd11
Just do your thing, child Do your thing
Bbsus4/G
Just do your thing, child Do your thing
Ab Ab
Just do your thing, child Do your thing
Ab Bb
Just do your thing, child Do your thing

[Keyboard Solo]

Ebadd11 Bbsus4/G Ab Ab Ab Bb
(x3)