Street niggas, hood rats, ladies and gentlemen Childish Gambino greater than sign everyone Apples to oranges, Jay Leno to Letterman Got a cool whip and my girl ass gelatin "Fake niggas back in style" no never that If I'm wrong, see you in hell with hella cash God dammit we the boys with the illest rain Royalty forever and the rest is just a silly game Still learnin' how to work your girlfriend's genitals Still buyin' sweaters off of 30 Rock residuals Money change everything, these bitches always down to ride Especially if you keep they nose gentrified Money off of curse words, I hope my mama's proud of me Man, I've done it all, so I guess we both prodigies From Pjs to Pjs, that's projects to privates Now you understand my fuckin' mindset, let 'em know
I know you want my [?], my body on that [?] My rap music's dead and gone, [?] pulled me in the dirt I bust your little bubble, shatter your dreams And push you over in my bottomless pit of sixteens Alchemist rapper transform on your shape-shift Cause if it never dawned on you, I'm a snake bitch The great serpent is tatted on my fist [?] on the pyramid This is meditated murder, my [?] He escaped out the belly like it's been a long time, son Surprise son, I'm back before you [?] you owe me We made a blood pact when you stole my style Nigga straight bit my swag But I'm a demon, I get even when I take mine's back I'm a god in the flesh, all this power I possess I crush you little pussies like sex, who's next?
I'm sittin' on a bunch of green faces So my wallet is an alien invasion Or a spaceship, my crew's the illest So we all real monsters, Nicktoons Ickis That line's the stupidest, but it be lucrative I'm sellin' out these venues, niggas gotta get used to it Now fuckin' with the realest that you ever had And P my motherfuckin' nigga so I call him dad
Yeah I'm a motherfucker too, birthed a lot of sons Get a lot of money, spent it on a lot of guns I'm trying to change, I don't want to [?] Clean me up, but you can't change what's in my head
Kill 'em Glen Levy, Don P said it My flow go to earth, we the ill pandemic We smoke the whole barn up, bitch I'm on my high horse You don't watch Community? Girl, what is you lyin' for?
Bitch, I got immunity Out here in the jungle of concrete Where I hustle gettin' all these rhymes off Hoes wanna jump, but I don't want your little dyke I'm too preoccupied with this good life
I want a hood life, cash and clothes Fast as hoes, then get ghosts like Casper though Smash 'em though, they don't know what hit 'em Childish Gambino, show a nigga that you with him say "ayo"