Body

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

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?

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

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

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?

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

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"