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Street niggas, hood rats, ladies and gentlemenChildish Gambino greater than sign everyoneApples to oranges, Jay Leno to LettermanGot a cool whip and my girl ass gelatin"Fake niggas back in style" no never thatIf I'm wrong, see you in hell with hella cashGod dammit we the boys with the illest rainRoyalty forever and the rest is just a silly gameStill learnin' how to work your girlfriend's genitalsStill buyin' sweaters off of 30 Rock residualsMoney change everything, these bitches always down to rideEspecially if you keep they nose gentrifiedMoney off of curse words, I hope my mama's proud of meMan, I've done it all, so I guess we both prodigiesFrom Pjs to Pjs, that's projects to privatesNow you understand my fuckin' mindset, let 'em knowI know you want my [?], my body on that [?]My rap music's dead and gone, [?] pulled me in the dirtI bust your little bubble, shatter your dreamsAnd push you over in my bottomless pit of sixteensAlchemist rapper transform on your shape-shiftCause if it never dawned on you, I'm a snake bitchThe great serpent is tatted on my fist[?] on the pyramidThis is meditated murder, my [?]He escaped out the belly like it's been a long time, sonSurprise son, I'm back before you [?] you owe meWe made a blood pact when you stole my styleNigga straight bit my swagBut I'm a demon, I get even when I take mine's backI'm a god in the flesh, all this power I possessI crush you little pussies like sex, who's next?I'm sittin' on a bunch of green facesSo my wallet is an alien invasionOr a spaceship, my crew's the illestSo we all real monsters, Nicktoons IckisThat line's the stupidest, but it be lucrativeI'm sellin' out these venues, niggas gotta get used to itNow fuckin' with the realest that you ever hadAnd P my motherfuckin' nigga so I call him dadYeah I'm a motherfucker too, birthed a lot of sonsGet a lot of money, spent it on a lot of gunsI'm trying to change, I don't want to [?]Clean me up, but you can't change what's in my headKill 'em Glen Levy, Don P said itMy flow go to earth, we the ill pandemicWe smoke the whole barn up, bitch I'm on my high horseYou don't watch Community? Girl, what is you lyin' for?Bitch, I got immunityOut here in the jungle of concreteWhere I hustle gettin' all these rhymes offHoes wanna jump, but I don't want your little dykeI'm too preoccupied with this good lifeI want a hood life, cash and clothesFast as hoes, then get ghosts like Casper thoughSmash 'em though, they don't know what hit 'emChildish Gambino, show a nigga that you with him say "ayo"
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