Childish Gambino - Dream / Southern Hospitality / Partna Dem lyrics

[Dream] I had a dream I ran Atlanta and I was on every radio station, and 107.9 was 97.5 again And they played me at Golden Glide on Friday And they played me real loud on the street we drive up Memorial Drive, up Wesley Chapel I'd reopen 112, and Jazzy T's. I'd bring back Turner Field I'd fire at all the cops in Cobb county Chick-Fil-A will be open on Sundays. I bring back LaFace Records, Freaknik Kilo Ali, Lou. I got J.R. Crickets some Spelman girls with big booties I reopen SciTrek, strippers will get Mother's day off and I'd have my own Gangsta Grillz mixtape [Southern Hospitality] "Hey this is Steve Smith from "American Dad", and this is Royalty" "Stone Mountain!" [DJ Drama:] Hehehe, this what y'all been waitin' for? Hehehe, in Gambino we trust {"GANGSTA!!"} Royalty is forever; DJ Drama, is forever {"GANGSTA GRIZILLS!!"} Y'all ready? Gambino, get 'em! Yeah.. yeah, got 'em! I ain't no snitch, cops I don't trust 'em I ain't no b**h, all I do is run 'em I ain't no snitch, cops I don't trust 'em {"Dramatic"} I ain't no b**h, all I do is run 'em n***a I was stunin', keep that sh** a hunnid If it ain't about the money then it's not up for discussion If it ain't about- [DJ Drama:] DJ Drama! After sellin' out the Georgia Dome 3 nights in a row After selling 10 million copies of his newest album, Roscoe's Wetsuit, in one week After successfully petitioning to recarve his own face into Stone Mountain Stone Mountain~! He's still givin' you n***as a free mixtape?! Why Gambino? Why young guy? Why so generous? {"GANGSTA!!"} Yeah.. yeah I, I ain't no snitch, cops I don't trust 'em I ain't no b**h, all I do is run 'em n***a I was stunin', keep that sh** a hunnid If it ain't about the money then it's not up for discussion If it ain't about progress, ain't about success Why this n***a suspect? You ain't seen sus yet I'ma f** the game so hard like Tiffany n***as takin' shots, I'm like "n***a don't tempt me" I seen what you make, yeah them shows sold out But you doing clubs and I'm doin' like all out, things Why the hell he rappin' if he all out, sings? Royalty the movement, we all out, kings For real, 'Bino on a mission We are not friends, n***a this is business Girl this my dream, ain't no split decisions Watch me cut this b**h off, I'ma need some scissors Mama in the kitchen, hot sauce on them chitlins I was always spittin', just that no one else was listenin' Got your girl and now we kissin', she attracted to my vision Now she see what she was missin', now she act a little different Tellin' you she need some distance; yeah come on over, we can talk about it Now this n***a mad, yeah he thought about it But he don't really want it, semen on her stomach That's a second comin'/cumin' - Jesus! Flow so genius, can't low-key this Puffin' on a swisha like a hoe smoke penis They want me Uncle Remus but I'm just flexin' on 'em Heheheheh [gun co*ks, BLAM] [Partna Dem] This on some old Atlanta sh** But I like it cause.. it's not about, what you know, but who you know Know what I'm sayin' {"Beatmonster!"} Royalty my partner dem, no one else might partner dem Stay strapped with that arsenal, these n***as winnin', it's hard to tell Move over, we about to take over Slide up in them DMs, her n***a didn't even notice, I'm focused Yeah I'm the man of the hour, play me on Power, play me on Hot n***a I'm hot, n***a don't stop, flow so cold put a cherry on top Haters so mad, he ain't even know why, probably all the autonomy f** all your feelings, I'm proud of me; head was so good it's psychology Goddamn, I'm just bein' who I am From this weird a** little kid to this ballin' a** grown man Man this beat is going so HAM, flow been burr since Novem' Chain been burr since Novem', that means cold, I'm just sayin', we ain't playin' If your man don't want to lick it, I'll volunteer as tribute You n***as on them (Hunger Games), I'm eatin' O's like onion rings I k** them hoes so constantly, I ain't even gotta sugar coat it See them titties, wanna motorboat it (brrrr) I'm (Dopaliscious) like SpottieOttie Y'all don't know me, run the world, turnin' up like that little girl whose like "Ay, ay, ay - turn up!" Tell them n***as it's tax season; Atlanta, Georgia, that's black Sweden I'm such a martyr, die for the game; I'm such a MARTA I'm runnin' trains like whoo! Yeah, slow that sh**, slow that sh** Let me hear it