Way back in 2013, the world found out that Chance The Rapper and James Blake planned to be roommates in LA, and we all let out a collective: “Awwwwwwwwww.” In a new GQ profile on Chicago’s prodigy, Chance describes that shared home as “a big-ass rapper mansion” called the Koi Kastle that he and Blake acquired after Acid Rap exploded. Blake eventually skipped out on the lease and Chance was left all by his lonesome in the Koi Kastle with a pool, a movie theater, a lot of Xanax, and a basketball court. At least, that’s what Chance says — Blake’s version of the story is a little different. GQ couldn’t reach Blake prior to publication, but the musician just provided a statement that contradicts Chance’s story:

We’d very loosely and playfully daydreamed about getting somewhere to live/work for a little while, but never discussed specifics. We wanted to work together on something, so Chance invited me to the house he said he’d rented for him and his friends….I turned up and he told me my name was on the lease, which was creepy because I’d never signed anything. I’d never and still have never heard of Koi Kastle, had never seen a picture of the home and had never been to or known the existence of the area it was in. Then he went on MTV and said we were living together, and so to this day many people still think we are.

Why would anyone lie about James Blake being their roommate? There are way cooler people to share a lease with than Blake. Take Frank Ocean, for example, who was hanging out at the Koi Kastle all the time alongside Jeremih, BJ The Chicago Kid, and J. Cole, according to Chance. And even if he was making this all up: why wouldn’t Blake just go along with it? Being Chance’s roommate definitely increases his cred by like, infinity.

In any case, this profile is loaded with a lot of interesting stuff. At one point, Chance refers to President Obama simply as “Barack” before correcting himself, stating that the president advised him he should start selling his music. Here’s a choice quote:

He told me I needed to start selling my music. He’s a good man. Even if he wasn’t president, if his ass worked at, like, Red Lobster, he’d be just a good man working at Red Lobster.

So, so true.