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Okay
Money ain't a thing except for like always
Used to make a stack and have to split that shit four ways
Eatin' a cheese croquette
[?]
Flow wasabi lie to me
Feelin' so Sid Vicious
Woke up and did dishes
Nigga that's my dirty work
Back when white kids would say "not"
Nerd Alert
I would watch Carmen Sandiego and get my feelings hurt
I wanna do that man
Hard like a lap dance
Call a lady friend and get that head like a CAT scan
Hit the blue dream
CPR my smoke
'Bino not your favorite rapper cause your favorite rapper broke
He a joke dude
Why you fucking with him let me coach you
Its the eyebrow nigga with the fucked up hair
And we drink brown liquor at the compound with the lights down
And her nightgown is nothing so I'm fucking
Right?
Sometimes I'm in the middle of that shit and I'm like
"This is what I wanted"
Fuck I must be blunted
Was that out loud we want hunnit
Is that shit straight?
Gambino more childish than a kid's play
Instead of an ashtray I use your mixtape
With my nigga EAE then we gotta be

Stop the fussing I am a glutton
Motherfucking your discussions
I rap with substance
Alcoholic drinks
We assemble 3D
'Bino D-von I am Buh-Buh Ray
Fuck another match I wrestle [?] everyday
Part of the game is missing
Never could fall a victim but I fixed it
Switch positions to assist myself
Passes to the glass
Not pasteurizing the past
But milking it for its worth
Now pastors are on my ass
I keep that shorty around like the merry go
Fuck her like a gigolo
Drink until my liver gone
And bambam like I'm Bigolo
Trees up in a bong
Double D's up in her bra
In the hood we spit them verses while the white boys play guitar
I'm so [?] and never go off
Incredible feats a nigga is beast
I'm just making the beats
I never unleashed the lion though I'm trying to
Your heart is still with Zion too
Find that solitude but only rapper niggas I include
Intellect not the instrument
Fuck the world I got the biggest dick
Take you on this eagle trip
Pack your bags popping tags
A woman is not a shopping bag she just shops at Saks
I fill her with my juice now shes juicing on my slacks
So what is all this
Better get up off it
And proceed with caution
Dream killers we making them nauseous
Putting them in these coffins
Forever dumping never sweating records
If your records represent your resting place this is the grave
That Heaven made

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What kind of love just stays the same?
What kind of love don’t die alone?
What kind of love would take this long?
What kind of love don’t make it home?

Meet me at the studio, I just want to play you something
Meet me at the studio, I just want tell you something

Cause you said it’s not my heart
Even though we’re far apart
Can’t remember how to solve… the lies

You like to call me koala
I’ll be your Simba, you’re Nala
Where ever you go I’ll follow, the lies

Drove for hours just to see your face…
"Sorry"

Drove for hours just to see your face
Should of talked just if just to clear the space
But now we stare at each other, bury whatever feeling that was…

He text to keep your heart d-stacks, keep your heart
These girls are smart d-stacks these girls are smart
Don’t know...

Why get a dog its just gonna die?
Everything we love is just going to leave you one day
And that’s just real shit he can still spit but whats the point?
I said a lot of stupid stuff... I think that I was growing up

What kind of love don’t hurt so bad?
What kind of love don’t feel this way?
What kind of love would make me fall?
Little lies, little lies, little lies, little lies, little lies
Little lies, little lies, little lies, little lies

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[Hook: Childish Gambino & Chance the Rapper]
All she needed was some... (x16)

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
At a Clippers' game on the court-side
Watch a nigga' shoot like a 4.5
They mad at me, too, I got more fire
When these bitches see you "go home, Roger"
Tia and Tamara in my bed I'm a smart guy
I ain't fucking with you niggas like apartheid
Hits on my list, check my archive
I'm something so immaculate
Instead of asking what's happenin' rather blastin'
Jackson 5 in the back of an Acura, acting blacker
Than a Bernie Mac, some Charlie Murphys and Akon
The girls that you brought man, where are they from?
Where are they from? We were playin' Playstation
Why you standin' there, say som', girl say som'
No, this ain't a vacation, this is my house, my house

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Bought a new bath, 8K, nigga
Wanna take shots? AK, nigga
When I ball, I'mma ball King James, nigga
A gold band in my hand, make change, nigga
And I'm out of this world like Tang, nigga
That's a space bar, man, I hate y'all
You only come around when you want to play pool in my hot tub
Ice cream paint job in the garage
I had a menage, and murdered the vaj'
But, afterwards, it was awkward as fuck
Cause I was nervous as fuck and could not get it up
I-I-I-I-I need a minute, cold water to the face
I-I-I need a minute, got the uber from her place
On our porch smoking vapor, hit with the sunday paper
Listening to the neighbors...

[Hook]

[Outro]
Our neighbors
All alone, no no no no

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[Verse 1]
I was making Japanese
And she's watching DVDs
In Oakland, in Oakland
Now I'm driving up the 5
And she waits till I arrive
In Oakland, in Oakland
Everything, that I wanted
Only gotta drive for the moment
If you tell me "turn around," then I'm on it
For the moment, but you know me
You know how I get when I'm lonely
I think about you and the moments
But everything you do is so Oakland, so Oakland

[Hook 1]
Foot on the gas
I'm just trying to pass
All the red lights
And the stop signs
I'm ready to go
Before I get to The Bay
Babe, that's a problem
Because I'm way too scared to call
And you might get me to stay, no

[Post-Hook]
I don't really want to drive
But I think I'd rather die
In Oakland, in Oakland
With my hands on two and ten
So I guess it all depends
On Oakland, on Oakland
And I'm nervous, truth be told
I never saw me growing old
In Oakland, in Oakland
And if I married you tonight
It would probably start a riot
In Oakland, in Oakland

[Verse 2]
Everything, that I needed
Now I finally got you in your feelings
Everything you won't say, you tweet it
And a nigga don’t like that shit at all
So retreating
Can we just roll with the feeling?
Can we just roll for a minute?
Wait a minute

[Hook 2]
Foot on the gas
I'm just tryna pass
All the red lights
And the stop signs
I'm ready to go
I'm really not ready girl
That's a problem
Cause I'm way too scared to fall
And I know that you choose to stay, no

[Verse 3]
All the girlfriends saying "here we go again"
Rich kid but he act like a gentleman
Last one didn't end like it should've been
Two dates and she still wanna get it in
And you're saying it's because of the Internet
Try once and it's on to the next chick
Ex draw an O face on your exes...right?
And we can do the same thing if you wanna have better
When your thoughts can't breathe and you thinking asthmatic
And you wanna be a mom and I wasn't mad at her
I was thinking 'bout me, I'd be really bad at it
Cause I'm thinking 'bout me, weeks in Dubai
Fourth of July, house in Kauai, yeah we can try
So let's try

[Outro]
Whoa
I took off my nine to five
But you still don't have the time to kiss me (just hit me)
And if I left you all alone, would you still pick up the phone
It's iffy, you miss me
I got furniture to move, and we'll both be thirty soon
In Oakland, in Oakland
The only one I know is you, so the fuck I'm supposed to do?
In Oakland, in Oakland (x8)

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[verse 1: jay rock]
do i have to rob peter just to pay paul
just to get a blessing and to get my point across?
play the game to win, get the money and the cars
pussy come free when you handle business like a boss
in that gs regal, watch me swang it like a porsche
one for sitting hard, knockin’ pictures off the wall
bitch i’m out here doggin’, and i got ‘em droppin’ charge
used to push the great white like i was swimmin’ with the sharks
i was dead broke, tell ‘em presidents they resurrected
and my dead pockets they was lifeless ’til i sold them records
i’m in the magazine posing with my nigga
double xl wide sell on a nigga
i’m so high, i could bring hell on a nigga
lifetime bars no bail for a nigga
bitches keep head and tail for a nigga
think i sold my soul away, this ice fell on a nigger

[verse 2: childish gambino]
play this in your car, give ‘em sour face
play this, play this in the club, give ‘em sour face
nigga, when they hear it, that’s that sour face
nigga lookin’ at me crazy, that’s that sour face
ring the alarm, comme des garçons
lunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond
bowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry
places that i’m stayin’ got more whites than all my laundry
life of a kennedy, james dean roll out
summer spent in places most my people never know about
gettin’ mama new house, for now i’m fuckin’ wearin’ it
fourth of july, bitch, my shit be so american
bless the chick i’m marryin’, keep the whole estate intact
bless the son i didn’t have, sprayed ‘em on her lower back
focus on them roaches, i ain’t never goin’ back
wine is so precocious, sippin’ on somebody’s yacht
real money’s never seen, whole thing classic
think about in 10 years, change your whole mindset
back when i would still sweat five gs
back when i was hookin’ up with ali brie—stunt!
yeah, it’s east side forever, bitch
hate mail comin’ from these niggas who was never rich
or never poor, or never fly
or seen somebody get wet up outside of golden glide
hot 107, nine dreams when i run through
man, that’s fam, steve, swank, that’s the whole crew
monster like a muppet, wallet warren buffett
camp was last year but i ain’t ever have to rough it
lookin’ fresh from the mcflys up
you don’t know about ‘em, better wise up
busy with them rollers, i don’t carry mine
(busy with them rollers, i don’t carry mine)

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[Childish Gambino]
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

[Prodigy]
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?

[Childish Gambino]
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

[Prodigy]
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

[Childish Gambino]
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?

[Prodigy]
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

[Childish Gambino]
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”

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[hook]
one love
you can let it out
you can let it out
you can let it out, cuz
shoulda known, shoulda known
shoulda known, shoulda known

[verse 1]
bino. i’m so for real-o
green like i’m cee lo
hangin’ out with kilo… kish
smokin’ on that keisha
i’mma need that visa
i’m working on everything that i’m touching man
i’m bussin’ two white russians drinking themselves
but it’s still ain’t nothing yo
it’s east side if you can’t tell
north decatur and glendale
so fuck y’all, all y’all, if y’all don’t like me… good
put that on my partner man, i wish a nigga would
i say we ain’t playing man i hope that’s understood
i’m in my zone though
fucking round with that 4-0
eating my mamas salmon but skipping on the risotto
girl said that she need the follow
tweet her and she’ll do any
man, i’m trying to stay off
readin’ em makes me angry
on the back on the tour bus
recording the two of us
stacks at the apple store
man this ballin’ is new to us
trying to make amends
bailing on all my friends
nigga went to the clubs
and a beat to gucci instead
man i’m feelin’ right
my nigga fam yelling “don’t stop”
half my crew is always faded on some lowtop
stopped drinking for the most part
my only vices all our pictures on my laptop
screaming at me saying “i ain’t what you really want”

christina’s parents baby all i make is milians
we got the shows, we got the paper, but i want respect
so tell the haters we ain’t quitting yet
let ‘em know

[hook]

[verse 2]
one love, the thing that hasn’t changed
my parents lost their job
it’s so cold in the a
now that i’m 1%, i send most of it home
i want to stunt but she need to pay off her student loans
and everybody saying, “get it while you hitting man
we want them harder beats, that 808 you slipping man”
dude is so stupid popping anything they hand me
in that parking lot pimping and politicking in miami
in that home of the d where they sell that cake batter
heard a voice in the back, came from all the fake rappers
that i shitted on, shitted on
shitted on, shitted on
rap your soul, dude, let the mike blaze
show ‘em a-town, east side, all day
i put it on, i put it on
i put it on, i put it on
life is somethin’ imax
film is at a climax
i ain’t even started
was it stupid i departed?
man, probably, but now we do the things we always wanted
be proud of me, cause i am undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with
please somebody cum laude me
graduated, anticipated the hatred and doubted me
not a prodigy, just a hard worker from the dean’s list
but most these rappers doin’ so-so like a seamstress
jesus

[hook]

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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 naw 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 wonderin’ how to work your girlfriend’s clitoral
Still makin’ money off of 30 Rock residuals
Money changes everything, these girls are always down to ride
Especially if you keep they noses gentrified
Money off of curse words, I hope my momma proud of me
Man I 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

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[verse 1: beck]
centrifugal force pulling me off-course, in a horse race
changing horses midstream, fourteenth place
i’ll videotape surveillance playback
sigh you lose face, disgraced, god forbid you
fall off of the face of the earth with chase
the black hole of what you thought it was worth today
“don’t shoot the piano player” i heard them say
it was your fault, centrifugal force, you got caught
convict monotonous, a verdict thoughtless
as you read it out loud, at least i was being relatively honest
standing in your office trying to speak to some anacondas
leaking sawless from the sawdust
while your doppleganger stands copless
no one notices, they got their own dramas
drama-rama’s mellow dramas
you draw commas on the eyes of madonnas
and wonder why you can’t turn traumas into nirvanas

[verse 2: childish gambino]
don’t mess your head up, still run with these young bucks
still runnin’ on jet fuel, still pimpin’ on what-what
what was i thinkin’? i wasn’t
what am i drinkin’? i’m buzzin’
speakin’ of weekends i used to fuck with your cousin
i used to rap about nothin’, now i rap about nothin’
but that nothin’ was somethin’ that ain’t nobody was bumpin’
see i still got it boo-boo, just a battle, do you
wonders if you don’t wanna be under some gross dude
but most girls will do it just for a corner seat at nobu
i bet your daughter’s perfect, he say it like he know you
my daughter isn’t living yet, at water village idiot
their flow’s dumb, but that royalty’s the silliest
now

[verse 3: childish gambino]
someone tell these niggas i ain’t fuckin’ ’round
fly them all to vegas man we hold it down
livin’ for the present, nigga we fuck futures
sippin’ on some whiskey, these bitches drinkin’ kombucha
recession means more oppression, these niggas will shoot ya
rio de janeiro, these bitches lookin’ like xuxa
talk with anacondas, at least i’m bein’ honest
i’m tryin’ to turn these keke palmers into baby mamas
baby mama, i’m your baby, mama
man, let your boy drown, they ain’t save me, momma
they ain’t save me momma
they ain’t save me momma
silk pillow for that new weave
silk pillow for that new weave

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[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Turn that beat up for me
Really everything, like the headphones
Yeah, yeah, a little bit louder
No punch, you know that mean that we workin’ hard

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, young rich nigga shit, pops was an immigrant
Lifestyle illegit, but know I own businesses
Started out the trunk, ended up at the dealership
All gold Rollie, black face no blemishes
Legend in my city cause I grind so vigorous
If I show my face west of Texas, that’s a big event
Gotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me vent
I’m really out here on some shit, you should take a flick
Ballin’ on my own ten toes, so the difference is
I call shots never ask for permission, man
I got a lot of big plans in my vision and
I ain’t failed yet, ’bout a dollar hell yes
I’m a problem, failed test, it’s only getting worse
I swear I’m getting money, I just hope you gettin’ yours
I’m killin’ niggas solo so you know I’m gettin’ more
Now that young Gambino on the chorus, go

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
This is for that real shit, this is for that East side
This is for my bad girls, this is for them good guys
This is for my grandma, this is for that West side
This is for them niggas talkin’ shit on a website
Damn I feel good, you ain’t feelin’ nothin’
This is for my niggas who be livin’ dime a dozen
Bino got that good shit, Nipsey got them aces
On some young rich shit, Kennedys with black faces

[Break: Childish Gambino]
Yeah, black faces
My rolly so racist, all black faces
Obama on that million dollar bill, black faces
Yeah, nigga, black faces
Look, yo I got this
Yo, turn, turn it up a little
Ay, here we go, okay

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
League of my own, swag Geena Davis
Only rapper make 100k on your playlist
Niggas talk on twitter, but in life they don’t say shit
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
We the new, face it, kill ‘em like Jason
Grind in my sleep man a nigga need braces
Wonder what you feelin’ like, used to be the nervous type
They ain’t mention Bino? Man that shit must be a purpose, right?
Hostile, nigga my style
Kind of flow to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell
I don’t eat pasta, everything is low-carb
I don’t fly coach now, say I fly Goyard
Leave a face covered in that coast guard
Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell ‘em the truth
M Fox to my people on some family ties
Magazines got black faces when somebody dies
I mean look at Donna Summers, she was tryin’ to survive
People wrestle over petty cash
When we should be really cryin’ over that one percent
Like we tipped a milk glass
Fuck y’all, I’mma let my grandkids ball
Look to the future, these dudes so last week
See me stuntin’ so Conde Nasty
Me and Nipsey on some grown shit, no rent
Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, black faces

[Outro: Childish Gambino]
Ay, nigga, black faces
Black faces
That’s royalty, nigga

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[Intro: Heems]
Rap rap, ahaha
Rap rap, ahaha
Hip-hop rap, ahaha
Rap, yo

[Heems]
I’m a soldier, I’m a mastermind
Flashing in the flashiest fashions that the masters buy
Passersby passing me asking me if they can match this fly
Maybe with a mastercard, ask this guy

[Childish Gambino]
I got a rush card, so I gotta stunt hard
Rush Limballin’ while I’m listenin’ to tune yards
Baby put your shoes on, we gon’ turn the club out
Dammit I broke my foot again, I might have to sub out
Nostalgia, Ultra, you hang with vultures
Nigga we eatin’ good like we Oprah’s roaches
Buenos noches

[Heems]
Buenos dias
Frida Khalo, papas fritas
We eatin’ good so they think we Free Masons
I’m about my paper like WB Mason
I’m about my paper like a Staples or an Office Max
Never have to off a cap, makin’ money off of rap
He went from potential abortion stat
To the cat that pay his mama’s mortgage cash
Lookin’ fancy in a foreign flash
Chammomele tea that we pour with splash

[Childish Gambino]
Yeah, remember Frutopia? That shit was delicious
But Snapple came back around and put ‘em out of business
Um, that’s a Snapple fact, used to eat Apple Jacks
That’s that Heems rhyme that I’m usin’ for this battle rap
Still got love for you, nothin’ like them other dudes
I am fly, you Hudson News
Leave MCs with cuts and bruise
Comfortable like Huxtables, but fuck eating my vegetables

[Heems]
Yo, how come they don’t sell batteries on the train no more?
I guess it’s cause the iPod came out
I guess it’s cause the iPod came out
Yeah, I’m fresher than Samantha, strange man
Aguala catch me up in Walhala, I’ll holla
I put Snapple in Vitamin Water for two bucks
Pepsi came and bought it, for nothin’ like what the fuck?
I’m from National Wholesale Liquidators
Rock bottom, Odd Lot and all the haters
Does Benihana even sell wontons?
Donald just put me on a bonton

[Childish Gambino]
Yes I did man, I goddamn did
I’m five foot ten, I might just win
I’m tryin’ not to die like them
Laid out in the street like Mr. Hooper, nigga
I remember havin’ to eat two scoops for dinner
But it’s all good, post Obama and post Ye
Three Six got an Oscar, it’s all okay
Man, I beg your pardon, Trayvon Martin
Atlanta is my home, but we treated like Martians
I used to be a square like a Marlboro carton
Like, niggas wasn’t callin’ me nigga like last week
Only nigga in some liquor brown pants as we speak
Yeah, Gambino say it twice, ATM machine, nawmean?

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picking out my fro with my fist comb
i got a tab at the stone baby, this long
my little brother was having a little trouble
i hope that he doesn’t care that it’s in this song
korean town lunchin’, talking ’bout how to run things
he said atlanta wanted something
waka, jeezy, and future got the streets locked down
copycats making sure tip keep that crown
you fucking ’round with the truth, went to see the roots
quest brought me back on stage in a suit
i wear it hard cause niggas say that i’m soft
even black thought thought i made it a little hard, i gotta be honest
feeling like the other stuff is kinda behind us
making jokes here and there done got us some dollars
i’m tryna show the whole world what it is and it ain’t a game
he said homie stay the course, ain’t shit changed
weird night and everybody was tipsy
hanging out with questlove reminiscing ’bout whitney
he like, “man, we can’t even make it to 50?!”
that reminds me – i sent a long text message to my mom and pop
i got the same speech when i left 30 rock
my mom like “why you wanna leave a good job?”
my dad said “do your thing, boy don’t stop”
shout out to my nigga lud, shout out to my nigga sway
for hanging out at the crib and telling me what you think
speak from your heart and never compromise what you feel is real
and never let these white people tell you how to feel
never let anybody tell you how to feel
i want what they had back in the fourth grade
family vacates, you know i did it all
just to see my little sis by a waterfall
my great granddad bought his own freedom
walk barefoot to virginia to start his own peanut farm
so don’t be alarmed – man i’m royalty
jam of the week, v103
no cosign, no bovine
more swag, pull back on the punchlines
starving, every track means lunch time
i’m a star, how could i not shine?
fuck boys chase hyper rap chicks
and niggas who stopped texting after 1.6
dg lover ain’t nothing to fuck wit’
d money ain’t nothing to fuck wit’
and what’s a leader if he isn’t reluctant
too bad for y’all, i’m blasting off
i’m not asher roth, i don’t sleep on my bread
dick riders stay close, i might flash a ball
sometimes, all this shit make a nigga feel guilty
i used to sleep with them roaches
back of my mind though, i hope the show gets cancelled
maybe then i can focus
hawaii touch down, go ahead baby put your shades on
east side! east side to the gravestone!
brown liquor but my girl in bed-stuy
nigga, you got drive like a sale at best buy
hold up, hold up, we can do better
put my voice on the track, man that shit is much wetter
at the studio at 8 am
hit the booth then eat, nigga we ain’t them, nigga we ain’t them!
drop a line at your facebook status
said that shit about a week ago, you still mad at us
if there’s something on your chest nigga let it out
cause i’m the best – da da da

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[verse 1: childish gambino]
who the fuck, gambino, this nigga on your tivo?
my hotel cost a kilo, i’m banking like a free throw
fuck y’all, we a-team, y’all plan b like walgreens
cop that shit and paint it black, niggas want they summer back?
ha-ha, no way, hublots, gold chains
beans in my hand, girl in the car
she still with her man, but she seeing me tomorrow
homegirl on that master p, watch us ball like referees
unnecessary roughness? we just trying to function
used to sport them filas cause my cousin pack them heaters
we don’t wife ‘em like khalifa, we just party then we leave ‘em
tell ‘em that we hittin’, we don’t really see ‘em
my girl look best when she only wear it fitted
q and ‘bino in the house and you niggas in the senate
get it?

[hook]
four thou’ on my fit, that’s unnecessary
skiing in japan, that’s unnecessary
molly on my rider, that’s unnecessary
gambino spit the fire, that ain’t even necessary
that’s unnecessary, that’s unnecessary
that’s unnecessary, that’s unnecessary
roll out on a plane, that’s unnecessary
tussin and champagne, nigga that ain’t even necessary

[verse 2: schoolboy q]
they say don’t buy the belt and i got it
they say don’t get the rollie and i bought it
nigga, i’m balling
my mixtape can get you through college
getting them dollars
showing my pearly white teeth, im a nigga that’s flawless
came a long way from jumping out of impalas
different ski mask from coppers
all of this copper
knock knock, who could it be? niggas know i got it on lock
yock, yock – rappers better move ‘fore the nigga get dropped
mr. fly boy, you got your label hot
i’m the hardest out, you’s a table cloth
unnecessary balling, i was carded off
been fucking with my side bitch so much my main bitch can’t stand it
hundred racks for three months, man this shit is outstanding
see now i got her stupid racks, billion, trillion
that’s what i call building
‘bino what it do? let’s go half on a million

[hook]
bathroom dvr, that’s unnecessary
i’m pushing in that bulletproof, that’s unnecessary
stunting at the mall, that’s unnecessary
condo on my arm, that ain’t even unnecessary
that’s unnecessary, that’s unnecessary
that’s unnecessary, that’s unnecessary
pisa for a day, that’s unnecessary
shows a hundred k, that ain’t even necessary

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see i be riding through my old hood, same old attitude
chillin with your girlfriend, why she always mad at you
she be like “blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah”
only time that she quiet, when my thing is inside her
don’t you know i’m a writer
yeah, i sleep in her stomach
and i slip her a 50, just to keep her 100
yeah, my swaggers so dummy
we so stupid, so silly
i watch them girls getting lower than a kick in the milli
gambino, why you got a gold chain?
cause girls only gonna see you when you stuntin, man
i’m coming back, swag on rogaine
girl let me see your two chains on it
so hood, man what you talking bout
man, i’m watching law and order on my grandma’s couch
eating lucky charms for dinner
loser to a winner
swag so clippers
me and blake griffin
me and blake griffin
why your goals dripping
you even seen ballers like us po’ pimping
ha, we getting drunk like a kennedy
ha, we stay fly like the end of grease
yeah, i got o’s like cp3
don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t you worry ’bout me
i’m only worried when that period’s on cpt
when that period’s on cpt

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[hook x2]
i wanted you to know
that i am ready to go, heartbeat
a heartbeat
i wanted you to know
whenever you are around, can’t speak
i can’t speak

[verse 1]
i know what your boy like
skinny tie and a cuff tight
he go and make breakfast
you walk around naked
i might just text you
turn your phone over, when it’s all over
no settling down, my text go to your screen
you know better than that
i come around when you least expect me
i’m sitting at the bar when your glass is empty
you thinking that the songs coming on to tempt me
i need to be alone like the way you left me
you start calling, you start crying
i come over, i’m inside you
i can’t find you
the girl that i once had
but the sex that we have, isn’t half bad
the text say that “it’s not fair”
that’s code for “he’s not here”
and i’mma flirt with this new girl
and i’mma call if it don’t work
so we fuck, till we come, to conclusions
all the things that we thought we were losing
i’m ghost and you know this
that’s why we broke up in the first place
cause

[hook x2]

[verse 2]
it’s late night thursday
i know that you heard me
but you don’t want the same thing
well two can play that game
so i’m chilling with my girlfriend
but she not my real girlfriend
she got a key to my place but
she’s not my real girlfriend
stupid, so dummy
say the wrong thing and wrong girls come runnin’
i’m paranoid that these girls want something from me
and it’s hard to make a dime go one hundred
and my dude freakin’ out over a worse fate
she on time, but she late for they first date
cause he went and tried out all new condoms
slipped off in a threesome, good problems?
right? wrong
askin’ him if she gonna play games
with the super smash brothers, but none of them you
i miss the sex when you kiss whenever you through
sixty-nine is the only dinner for two
i was wrong, but would you have listened to you?
uh, you were crazy
i got a heart, but the artichoke
is the only thing girls want when you in that smokin’ light

[hook x2]

[verse 3]
so we’re done? this the real shit?
we used to hold hands like field trips
i’m a jerk, but your dude is a real dick
i read his post on your wall and i feel sick
he ain’t cool, he ball and all that
but he just a fake nigga who blog in all caps
you coulda wait to date
i’m going straight for your thighs like the cake you ate
i give a fuck about the niggas that you say you hate
you know that i’m the best when i’m a-ffection-ate
i’m the best that you had, face it
j and keyshia are related, racist
i give you money, then you burn it, like you made off
she ain’t a killer, but she’d fucking blow your head off
i know he wondering, “what the fuck you hiding?”
that we dated like raps about bin laden
ayo, fuck this
are we dating? are we fucking?
are we best friends? are we something in between that?
i wish we never fucked, and i mean that

but not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome

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[verse 1]
what the fuck do y’all niggas really want?
i went with realness instead
but all the real niggas i know either crazy or dead
yeah, i dropped the free ep for these other kids to feel a lot
niggas keep asking on whether this dude’s for real or not
i’m not trying to come hard, i’m trying to come me
that’s why these older songs that i used to make i’d release free
what’s the point of rap if you can’t be yourself, huh?
that’s why i come first like my cell phone
i’m a role model, i am not these other guys
i rap about my dick and talk about what girls is fly
i know it’s dumb, that’s the fucking reason i’m doing it
so why does everyone have a problem with talking stupid shit?
or is it real shit?
‘cause sometimes that stupid shit is real shit
like when you make out with your best friend’s baby sis
you know the one with short hair you used to babysit?
see, that’s not even right
you with a different girl like each and every fucking night
and kiss her while she’s sleeping and sneak out the front to catch a flight
that’s not life, dude
it’s just making up for fucks i missed in high school
i keep it wrapped until i meet the right one
’cause i ain’t mumford, i ain’t tryin’ to have sons
all i wanted was some more like ashton
i ain’t the coolest but i know i got passion
i got passion!
[hook]
i really wanna do right and it doesn’t matter
we’ve got all the shine we need to find
i really wanna do right and it doesn’t matter
we’ve got all the shine we need to find
“baby, i’m okay.” she said, “why you gotta act so strange?”
i said, “baby, i’m okay.” she said, “why you gotta act so strange?”
i said, “baby, i’m okay.” she said, “why you gotta act so strange?”
“baby, i’m okay.” she said, “why you gotta act so strange?”

[verse: 2]
am i serious? i don’t even know
are you hearing this? this shit is laughable
i ain’t trying, i’m doing, these other rappers are foolish
i got fame, my a&r’s a computer
is there room in the game for a lame who rhymes?
who wears short-shorts and makes jokes sometimes?
my nigga like, “i’d get you mtv if i could, man
but pitchfork only likes rappers who crazy or hood, man”
so, i guess we gon’ see
i ain’t curren$y, but if there ain’t money in my name please murder me
sometimes i feel like i ain’t supposed to be here
sometimes i wake up, i don’t want to be here
my mom loved to text me psalm verses
she don’t look at me like i’m the same person
i used to be the sweet one, but things change
and i don’t want them missing a son like bone’s last name
and all my uncles alcoholics, shame on me
i drink whiskey till i’m grounded, no tv
i wanna go inside the club with no gold piece
and walk in with no i.d. and no i.d
no matter how far the hood seems
we all still got hood dreams
i always wanted to get picked on the cool team
but alone is exactly how i should be
[hook]
i really wanna do right and it doesn’t matter
we’ve got all the shine we need to find
i really wanna do right and it doesn’t matter
we’ve got all the shine we need to find
we really wanna do right and it doesn’t matter
we’ve got all the shine we need to find
we really wanna do right and it doesn’t matter
we’ve got all the shine we need to find
we need to find
we need to find
“baby, i’m okay.” she said, “why you gotta act so strange?”
i said, “baby, i’m okay.” she said, “why you gotta act so strange?”

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[verse 1]
alright it’s childish baby
mr. talk-about-his-dick-again
nerdy ass black kid
yeah whatever man i’m sick of him
that well spoken token
who ain’t been heard
the only white rapper who’s allowed to say the n-word
i buy a bunch of ‘em and put it on my black card
now i got some street cred
use it ’til it’s maxed out
i got a girl on my arm dude, show respect
something crazy, an asian, virginia tech
she too fine
i do dimes
if not that, i’m walking out with 2 fives
change my id for the cops, it’s not enough yet
black male in short shorts, i’m double suspect
ballin’ since ’83
half of ‘em say gay
maybe that’s the reason i like lady what-baby’s-say
i’m a problem
i’m lame as fuck homie
but i rap like these niggas ain’t got shit on me
fuck the cool kids
not chuck inglish, but people who think
that hatin on me makes them distinguished
like, “what is this nigga doin rap is for real blacks
i hate that fucking faggot man he think that we feel that”
or
“i wrote on rape culture my junior year at brown
so i’m allowed
to say what all his raps are about”
you better shut your mouth
before i fuck it
you really hate my lyrics?
or kid cudi’s? nigga

[hook]
runnin this thang
money insane
busy getting brain like krang
what, what’s my name in the woods got these niggas usin’ mapquest
man, fuck a backpacker
[verse 2]
nigga’s with ocd, n-w-o
all white like my clothes, cw shows
nigga got signed, its an anomily
no cosine, trigonometry
man these niggas hate me
“man, fuck you nigga…fuck you nigga!”
they real black like won’t show up on your camera phone
they real black like turn the flash on your camera on
they real black take shit, turn it into gold
i’m real black i survive when the pressure on
upper echelon, bit my lip when i’m kissin’ her
clash of the titans
baby, your tits is titular
listenin to some kiss fm, she wanna hear nicki minaj
super bass, super face inside a garage
it’s not a massage
spa rap with a happy ending
old niggas wanna assassinate me
it’s a shame
these kids was supposed to save rap
fuck that, boat shoes and a wave cap
he dont give back, how the fuck a nigga say that?
summer in november i gave everyone a maybach
comin’ on that paint back
comin’ on that mace took
i’m comin’ on some real shit
i’m comin’ on her facebook
fuck a backpacker with a rhino’s dick
i do me like a gyno chick, uh
[hook]

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[hook]
now when they see us on the streets
all they wanna do is take pics
and i’m like, okay (yeah, okay)
and when they hear us on the beat
all they wanna do is make hits
and i’m like, okay (yeah, okay)
and if you’re feelin’ like i’m feelin’
how the world should be: perfectly
fire like i’m third degree, and suddenly
shawty, we got so high
fire fly
[verse 1]
skateboardin’ down at washington square
lookin’ for quarters
maybe a afford a falafel for dinner, ugh
i’m so broke man
scholarship apology
facebook messages from college kids who hollerin’
girls like, “we love you, we go to lsu
you gotta do a show so we can come and molest you”
this rap stuff is magic
i used to get called “oreo” and “faggot”
i used to get more laughs when i got laughed at
oh you got a mixtape? that’s fantastic
but everybody thought it was jokes though
they half right, the joke is
i got flow so don’t act like
you ain’t sittin’ there with your friends like, it can’t be
i know donald glover, he weak man, he can’t be
i’m still knocked down, but i up the ante
me and hip-hop, that black sid and nancy

[hook]
[verse 2]
it’s hard to make hov the footsteps you followin’
especially when your niggas look like carlton
the pretty girls usin’ skin so soft
only be likin’ black dudes with their hats broke off
man you act too soft
fuck you! i’m from the projects
my mom was just workin’ to give me options
no live shows, cause i can’t find sponsors
for the only black kid at a sufjan concert
yeah so, whatcha gonna do man?
you won’t speak to the hood, man
if i was given one chance i think i could, man
these black kids want somethin’ new, i swear it
somethin’ they wanna say but couldn’t cause they embarrassed
all i do is make the stuff i wanna write
reference shows i wanna watch, reference girls i wanna bite
now i’m firefly like a burning kite
and yousa fake fuck like a fleshlight
even dudes who like me straight lookin’ at me crazy
like, how the hell he drop a ep and meet jay-z?
girls used to tell me i ain’t cool enough
now text me pics sayin’, “you could tear this up”
i don’t really like shades, big rims, or jewelry
but gettin’ time of day from a model is new to me
bein’ me isn’t as hard as it used to be
now everyone sing the chorus man, you do it so beautifully
[hook x2]

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[hook]
ooh, i want it, yeah
whenever you need my help
i’ll hold you down, oh
ooh, you want it, yeah
motherfuck these niggas
tryin’ to hold me down, oh
yeah, uh
why in the fuck these niggas try and hold me down, ohh
[verse 1]
you such a fuckin’ lame
it’s what they used to yell back in seventh grade
my momma said she’d get me that new jacket when the cost go down
hit the office, stole some tommy hill from lost and found
not bad for a family of foster child
lookin’ fly man, i’m flossin’ now
but them niggas saw through me
are you serious? what is this?
took the jacket off third period, ellipsis
listening to “sky is the limit” on my walkman
thinking if biggie can make it through it, man then i can
dope-boy swag
i always wanted that
but my persona was always more of that arthur ash
but no love for the son of a commuter
who was a radio head and okay at them computers
at the post office
it’s funny how you smoke niggas then you start coffins
all my people need throat lozenge
my fear is dead
ambition drove the hearse
but niggas got my feelin’ i ain’t black enough to go to church
culture shock at barber shops cause i ain’t hood enough
we all look the same to the cops, ain’t that good enough?
the black experience is blackened serious
cause being black, my experience, is no one hearin’ us
white kids get to wear whatever hat they want
when it comes to black kids one size fits all

[hook]
[break]
we the baddest nigga, we the baddest nigga
you hear me?
we the baddest nigga, we the baddest nigga
we the baddest nigga, we the baddest
[verse 2]
the reason that they say i’m nothin’ what they seen or heard’s
the same reason will smith always opposite latino girls
they only see you how they wanna see you
’til you make them see you in some other way
i’m trippin’ off the other day
cause god knows what these white kids sayin’
dude you’re not not racist cause the wire’s in your netflix cue
subtle racism
it’s hard to pin it cause you’d only understand
if you were me for just a minute
this one kid said somethin’ that was really bad
he said i wasn’t really black because i had a dad
i think that’s kinda sad
mostly cause a lot of black kids think they should agree with that
if you’re a father, you should stick around if you could
cause even if you’re bad at it, you get tiger woods
mj
we warriors, we all need senseis
change everything that we’ve done so far
i don’t mean makin’ b.e.t. t.e.r
i mean just the way that we see each other
i won’t stop until they say, “james franco is the white donald glover”
yeah, these niggas wanted cookie but instead i gave ‘em loch ness
sick boi for life, my swag is in a hospice
aimin’ for the throne, jay and ye said to watch that
they ask me what i’m doin’, i say i’m stealin’ rock back
nigga
[hook x2]

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you’re the only girl that i have ever wanted
every other girl is trying to be you
my mama says that i should write you letters
but i think you’re with other dudes
take my hand, you’ll like it
you don’t even have to call
yes i’ve had some alcohol, i’m sorry
take my hand
you don’t even have to call
you’re somewhere out there after all
you’re all i ever wanted
you’re all i ever wanted
you’re all i ever wanted

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