[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Okay
Money ain't a thing except for like always
Used to make a stack and have to split that sh** four ways
Eatin' a cheese croquette
Beer garden these b**hes
Flow wasabi lie to me
Feeling so Sid Vicious
Woke up and did dishes
n***a 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 f**ing with him let me coach you
Its the eyebrow n***a with the f**ed up hair
And we drink brown liquor at the compound with the lights down
And her nightgown is nothing so I'm f**ing
Right?
Sometimes I'm in the middle of that sh** and I'm like
"This is what I wanted"
f** I must be blunted
Was that out loud we want hunnit
Is that sh** straight?
Gambino more childish than a kid's play
Instead of an ashtray I use your mixtape
With my n***a EAE then we gotta be
[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]
Stop the fussing I am a glutton
Motherf**ing your discussions
I rap with substance
Alcoholic drinks
We a**emble 3D
'Bino D-von I am Buh-Buh Ray
f** another match I wrestle cats with wisdom everyday
Part of the game is missing
Never could fall a victim but I fixed it
Switch positions to a**ist myself
Pa**es to the gla**
Not pasteurizing the past
But milking it for its worth
Now pastors are on my a**
I keep that shorty around like the merry go
f** 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 un raw and never go off
Incredible feats a n***a 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 n***as I include
Intellect not the instrument
f** the world I got the biggest dick
Take you on this ego 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 loose and on on my slacks
So what is all this
Better get up off it
And proceed with caution
Dream k**ers 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