[Verse 1] New shit alert! New clothes Got a new whip, homie I got two of those Got some green, homie we got UFO's We the new chick, Royalty man, you ain't know? Somebody tell 'em we ain't never going nowhere Mr. CEO, I give a fuck about a co-chair He fly, no fair, tell 'em how we did it, though Droppin' with the hottest shit, no time to do the video ATL is my city, though, East Side bitch Getting Cortez at Stonecrest, I'm East Side rich But my old girl Laconia, my house California You ain't heard the news? D-Money back on ya Niggas wanna network, cause I'm the only rapper with his face on a network Fuckin' check my net worth tell 'em what the check's worth Go and let 'em know Touch down and I leave your city tore up Then I'm coming home to my girls on the tour bus But then I'm gone again, more shows, more bucks Ten times your cut, bein' broke sure sucks Opportunity, I've never seen a door shut Get it for my fam so my daddy ain't a Warbuck Summer coming so I hit 'em with the warm up Ballin' in my sweat suit, I'm tryin' to get my form up I ain't think we was ballin' 'til private jets to New Orleans My girlfriend on and on 'em, caught 'em fallin' like Autumn God damnit, yeah get up on it yeah man the truth hurts Think fast, shoot first, beast like blue fur All we do is do this, yeah
[Break] Ay, ay Childish Gambino Here we go, Harry Fraud Yo we got a shout out for him Yo
[Verse 2] Jesus, he's still around? That makes two of us Rappers who fuckin' hate me still wanna stop my tour bus Rappers who call me gimmick still post me and troll the comments 20 shots of that honesty, I'm tryin' to control the vomit Ugh, nauseum, eat a dick, all of 'em 'Bino does it feel good? Is East Side still hood? Haters never mutual, boy that's for your man's sake I don't see it like a Pusha-T and Wayne handshake Pop or flop mobsters, we ain't do neither Why these dudes want a mixtape, Shaq Diesel? The truth is what you make it and lately, it's hard to find Will they remember "Heartbeat" like it was "Party All the Time"? I know, I know, I know, it's that run it back I just rocked 10K, where my hundred at? My homie reppin' K.Flay at the Summer Jam And they show me love somethin' serious And I was just a kid, man, I ain't think they hearin' us And Mase shook my hand and I'm shook Cause my man still with Biggie and Gambino just a fan I'mma tell you something true If you ain't got a bunch of haters, man, then you ain't doing you And this fake fuckin' rappers wanna fire shots for no reason I could've helped you, but fuck it, I'm callin' open season This ain't subliminal, I'm comin' right at you But no one knows who you are, so I'm rapping at fuckin' statues You gassed cause you got a meetin'? Crew is a never heard of you Your drive is a learner's permit, your beef is a veggie burger Verbal murder? Nah, we just tell what the truth homie I'm with my girl in Spain, what are you doing? Fuck it boy, we don't get enough joy Watchin' everyone I know makin' major bok choy Royalty, only two of us are fuckin' rappers Another runs Wordpress, another does Apple Another's DT and drinkin', talkin', on that cheddar You wonder who we are, that means you already met us I'm everywhere nigga, I don't need the fuckin' throne I don't need Illuminati, I could fucking start my own
[Outro] Cause I'm Childish, Childish, Childish Childish Gambino Westwood, Westwood, so its all good Yo Childish Gambino, East Side let 'em knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
