For The Fans (Warm Heart Of Africa)

Childish Gambino, yeah, I got that swagger

Yeah, a hater mad but it just don't matter

These girls all know that I got that cheddar

But it on a sandwich and eat it off a platter

My mouth vacationin', chillin' on her lawn

It's amazing how I'm off but I'm on

Lame niggas try to make a move like pawn

I'm the one and only Bambi no fawn

Give me that track, man, leave it to professionals

I am just a rapper, man, talk like a vegetable

Don't be surprised, my face don't change

A nigga make waves like a baseball game

I'mma do me so hard I'll get pregnant

Will I have another me? Nigga, trick question

There's only one of me like the G in this sentence

G for Gambino, wear a crown like dentures

Thanks to the fans, love ya like family

No I don't remember when my mouth lost its sanity

Nerdy girls, hipster, Frye boots, hoodie

Make me wanna fuck the whole word in a good way

And if I can't say he is so handsome

Get like me, that's the sick boy anthem

I am just a rapper, so I'm not speakin'

And I won't stop like a vampire's weekend

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick…

(Is hip-hop hereditary? I don't know

Oh, the boys move fast, you should take it slow

Well, we all need someone to tell us when to go

A beat-box imaginary in the show

All your shell-toes lined up in a row

All your favorite breaks, your favorite ELO)