LET ME DOPE YOU

Welcome to the culdesac, this is where the street ends
I am just a rapper, I ain't got the time for speakin'
Nigga stay weak like tornado and a tree branch
I never have a weak day, my life's a long weekend
Fuckin' with ya raw, bitch. My mouth should get tested
Sleepin' on a nigga, hope you feel well rested
Gambino stay hard, can't nobody pull the cord out
A nigga fucked up, like a hang gliding whore house

Sick boy. Yeah, the clique on deck.
Yes, I rap absurd. Got the game upset
And they rap about the jewelry, the weed they smoke
And I rap about my life, and niggas think it's a joke,
nah
I only put real on a nigga
Bitches see the money, try and steal on a nigga
Yes, I'm on fire, you can feel it on a nigga
Step away from the heat, they Shaquille-in' on a nigga

Treat niggas like pussy, go hard on 'em
Watch the swagga get swiped like a card, bought 'em
The swag's unique, I don't even worry 'bout 'em
I got the tortoise shell frames and the argyle
You wouldn't think from the things I'm fashionin'
I'd get more bush than Kim Kardashian
Drop hot shit. Yeah, my mouth's a laxative
Born to be the greatest, this is not by accident

Hey playa, what's good?
Let me dope you
Hey hata, what's hood?
Let me dope you
I'm on fire like wood
Let me dope you
And you don't wanna fuck with dood
Let me dope you

Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit

I'm a genius, I ain't gotta fake shit
My cup runeth over, you can take sips
I'm in a spa, white robe like a racist
Niggas can't see me, I will pay for your Lasik

Fuck what ya heard, bitch. I'm flyer than you ever seen
My wallet make paper, call it Evergreen
Ashy to classy, finally got some Vaseline
Live inside a sauna 'cause I always got my self-esteem
Name in your mouth, and it seems as though I struck a
nerve
I never fit in like my penis in these tiny girls

I figured I was different from these other guys
When I wrote for 30 Rock, I was under 25
These other rappers wanna fade into the background
Ima stand out when these niggas done sat down
I always pack heat. Yeah, my mouth need a pat down
Money, girls, clothes. I don't worry about that now

Hey playa, what's good?
Let me dope you
Hey hata, what's hood?
Let me dope you
I'm on fire like wood
Let me dope you
And you don't wanna fuck with dood
Let me dope you

Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit

LETTER HOME

you're the only girl that i have ever wanted
every other girl is trying to be you
my mama says that i should write you letters
but i think you're with other dudes
take my hand, you'll like it
you don't even have to call
yes i've had some alcohol, i'm sorry
take my hand
you don't even have to call
you're somewhere out there after all
you're all i ever wanted
you're all i ever wanted
you're all i ever wanted

LIGHTS TURNED ON

Small chick with a fat ass
Did I say that out loud, let me backtrack
I know my game ain't that bad
Have you ever made out with a Gap ad?

And girls want what they can't have
So I don't text back when the screen flash
You love me, you mean cash
Need a friend you can fuck, I can be that

Crush girls now, couldn't last year
Oh, you like me now, well that's weird
Last year you were chillin' with Lil Wayne
Now you wanna pretend like my feelings is still the same?

My work is my playtime
I need you to understand and to stay fine
Do this and I just might wife you
Let me poke-ya-mom, Raichu

Fuck ya life
I don't really think I drank enough tonight
Lookin' at you, make me wanna fuck for life
Lame-ass dudes gon' suck tonight
But so are these girls, am I wrong or right?

Girl, do somethin' to me
"Nah, baby, you way too hood for me"
Y'all girls have never been good for me
Watch a nigga take over, mute me

I wanna fuck with the lights on
Hey, girl, let a python slide on
Stay sick, infect me, Lysol
I'm on the edge, they hopin' that I might fall

I make it work, I'm runnin' with a new crew
And we do dope shit you ain't used to
For me, by me, fuck Fubu
This girl never heard of me, go and check YouTube

I got a house with a dope view
See the ocean, dope shit, you an '06, I'm an '02
But enough about high school
I'm gettin' laid, or I'm gettin' lied to

You my stand-in Cameron, lemme be your A-Rod
You number one in The Pack, Based God
Should I say somethin' dumb to give us somethin' to fight about?
Never mind, lights out

I want the lights turned on
Show me how you do it
Show me what you doin'
I don't wanna lose
Have them lights turned on
Show me what you doin'
Show me what you do to me, me
Swag
2:30 and we still makin' progress
Talkin' on Twitter to see where to go next
3:30, man, where did the time go?
I'm chillin' with this Asian chick I met in Chicago

She look like the Social Network chick
Except for her ass is twice as thick, man
Just wanna bite that shit
Where the fuck did my license went?

I musta left it at the other place
I rent a loft downtown with a ton of space
Yeah, we doin' stupid shit, have stories when I'm older
But I don't wanna see pictures of us on Vulture

Never thought about a year ago
I'm chillin' out with the friends at the Super Bowl
Things change like a motherfuck
That's why I wild out, keep the city up

Uh, I talk a lot about the girls in my songs
But you are different from the girls in my songs
Stop talkin' 'bout the girls in my songs
If you don't like it, I can just take you home

More green than the top of these tree trunks
Leave you boyfriend here, 'cause he punk
She like, "I'm not a slut," speed bump
By the way, what's your name, 'cause we drunk

I want the lights turned on
Show me how you do it (we druuuunk)
Show me what you doin'
I don't wanna lose (we druuuuuuunk)
Have them lights turned on
Show me what you doin' (I'm drunk)
Show me what you do to me, me

I want the lights turned on
Show me how you do it
Show me what you doin'
I don't wanna lose
Have them lights turned on
Show me what you doin'
Show me what you do to me, me

I want the lights turned on
Show me how you do it (I got to get high)
Show me what you doin'
I don't wanna lose (I need to get high)
Have them lights turned on
Show me what you doin' (I got to get high)
Show me what you do to me, me (I got to get high)

I gots to get high
I need to get high
Uh, I needs to get high
Uh, I gots to get high

MY GIRLS (MY GIRLS)

In the fourth grade I had a crush on Tia Smith
Sixth grade and this crush is turned to Beatrice
But they don't like me because I'm too nice
And I'm kinda fat and not the dope type
But I grew out of that and it's a miracle
Now every girl sees me as marryin' material
It's a buyer's market, I'm Alicia's target
And every other girl who wanna let me steam their
carpet
I love these hipster girls and they feel the same
Now they don't have to choose when someone asks 'em
Drake or Wayne
And niggas waiting on me, we didn't have a voice
You used to have to act street and now you've got a
choice
My momma's brownie mix, I keep the goodies moist
Of every girl I'm tapping, this wasn't supposed to
happen
Hard to keep my thoughts straight on every date
Especially when my penis talking SWAT team, cover me,
I'm going in

I do not talk, I am just a rapper

Yes, I got a million other girls
You don't wanna hear that for fear that I fuck a lot
And you don't wanna get attached cause you'll like me
I fuck a girl named Keira nightly
Nah, I made her up
'Cause it sounded dope, I don't give a fuck
Ride me, giddy up
They can hear us in the hall, Arsenio
Naw, girl, I don't wanna shoot a video
I do it all day, don't you watch me on the TV show?
I'm gonna get mines any means necessary
Got Red Bull pulsing through my pulmonary
Least I feel like it, met her at a club
Now we're making out, and I ain't spend a dub
I'm gonna try to live it up like TOP FLR
And my girls like gifts so I bought more
All girls 18 and over love this light-skinned Casanova
House pimped out, William Sonoma
Sleep on me, that is a coma
Yeah, nigga, you see what I'm gettin' at
I'm gettin' at her, I'm hittin' that
Her kitty cat purr, how weird is that?
I'm diggin' that
A nigga not tryin' to say you don't make mistakes
I'm trying to fix all the hearts I break
But every time that we talk in my apartment
We're gonna kiss a little and then we start shit
"You're heartless, don't call again
Don't email, we can't be friends
I swear that this is the end"
Then I call her next week and we do it again

My girls, my girls, my girls, my girls
My girls, my girls, my girls, my girls
My girls, my girls, my girls, my girls
My girls, my girls, my girls, my girls

(I don't mean to seem like I care about material
things, like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls
Ow!)

(I don't mean to seem like I care about material
things, like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls
Ow!)

MY SHINE

Runnin' through the moment as the sun goes down
And all I ever wanted was to hear that sound

I stunt hard
I make it work, yeah
I make it work, yeah
I make it work, who
I live large
I make it work, yeah
I make it work, yeah
Yeeaah

Childish Gambino, lame niggas never heard of it
Sick Boi is the crew, fuck these niggas with a dirty dick
When these mothafuckas gonna understand I'm serious?
I'm hard in the paint, like I fuck her on her period

James Dean swag, leather jacket, white t-shirt
Rolled up sleeves, nigga lookin' like a greaser
Word is born, baby, my dictionary's in labor
Listen to the Culdesac and know that was an ultimatum

Man, why nobody wanna admit they like me just a little bit?
Won't be on the freshmen list, guess I'll just keep spittin' shit
Never be the rapper with $600 shades
No iced-out chain, Rod Lavers all day

I was hopin' they would see me just for me, dope rhymer
They do me like my first house, no co-signer
See you usin' qualifiers, you don't even know
“I guess he good for a rapper who on a TV show”
Even though, I was rappin' back when Lance had chemo, ho
Even flow, Pearl Jammin' niggas can't leave me alone
I keep a bone for these girls who liked me back when green was low
Feel me, though, DVR my thoughts and make your TiVo grow

Runnin' through the moment as the sun goes down
Starlight, starlight
And all I ever wanted was to hear that sound
All night, all night

But it's all for you to prove it
Keep on movin', keep on usin'
My shine, my shine, my shine

Ooh, take me higher, higher, higher
Ooh, take me higher, higher, higher

Gambeezy make it work somethin', let me check the syntax
Don't add an eezy to my name, 'cause it has never been that
Aladdin on you fuckers, prince of the game from street rat
Dudes fall off, too steep like tea bags

Steady movin', don't worry about where I'mma be
'Cause I'mma be on these tracks like indie girls on Amelie
Honesty, I'm rappin' 'bout everything I go through
Everything I'm sayin', I'm super sayin' like Goku

Fuck nerdcore, fuck backpack
Fuck rap cool, I make cool rap
I make music for wack blacks to blast back
In fact, I swear the track I lie on's my last track

Runnin' through the moment as the sun goes down
Starlight, starlight
And all I ever wanted was to hear that sound
All night, all night

But it's all for you to prove it
Keep on movin', keep on usin'
My shine, my shine, my shine

Runnin' through the moment as the sun goes down
Starlight, starlight
And all I ever wanted was to hear that sound
All night, all night

But it's all for you to prove it
Keep on movin', keep on usin'
My shine, my shine, my shine

NEW PRINCE (CROWN ON THE GROUND)

I do not talk, I am just a rapper

Stompin' on these niggas like a whack-a-mole with no
hands
Get girls on the floor like slow jams
Fuck yeah, I'm feelin' myself, no lotion
My light shine bright, no roaches
Nigga, I'm focused
You the one who eyes wrong
Only time I'm worried is when I'm the no-fly zone
'Cause I'm so fly, homes
Fresh like pinecones
Female phone book my iPhone
Margarita bright, meanin' limelight
Nerd girls losin' their shit like prom night
Mouth like a pussy ? it can never be too tight
Let me guess, you know a better rapper ? you, right?

Bam-B
Sicker than your grandma
Pass the mix-tape to a friend like Chandler
This track is gettin' over written
Sports night, Fanta
Tell 'em that you know me when you runnin' through
Atlanta
I am at the top
Whether you want or not
And I am in my prime
I am an autobot
I do not talk a lot
I am just a rapper
Fuck a girl's pussy bright red like snapper

Sick

Yeah, I stay fly like a pelican
Get new kicks everyday like an ottoman
Ex-girlfriends askin' if they get a shot again
I try to call 'em back but there's a lot of them
Someone tell me why these muthafuckers busy hatin' me
Just because I'm rappin' and my style is kinda Japanese
Band of outsiders
Kitsune, APC
Macy's got shit on me

Fuck what you heard like a dick inside alarm clock
I ain't got no jewelry, I leave it at the pawn shop
Two of your chains equals one of my shirts, sir
You got Jacob's Jeweler, I got Anna Wintour
Niggas jealous cause I got more green than seven
splinters
I'd rather spend that money on a polo from La Tigra
Young, smart, and handsome
Who could even ask for more?
I change the situation like auditioning for Jersey
Shore

I'm the prince, put your crown on the ground (x7)
Oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh
Sick

I'm the prince, put your crown on the ground (x7)
Oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh

NOT GOING BACK

It seems like they all want me to fail
But I'm not goin' back
Not goin' back, baby

Please tell me you don't want me to fail
'Cause I'm not goin' back
Not goin' back

I coulda been a tragedy
That's why these fake niggas who call me “pussy” are mad at me
'Cause they ain't have the smarts or the heart
Ain't you read the fuckin' book, Things Fall Apart?

I was never gonna stay the same
All I ever really wanted was to change the game
Spent the year kickin' ass and takin' names
Try to tell it to your heart, Taylor Dayne

Mama told me I was special when them test scores came in
Callin' me the new Will Smith, that's Jaden
Callin' me a faggot when I'm rappin', that's hatin'
I need to slow down, what the fuck is y'all sayin'?

Step inside the party, y'all niggas is mood killers
My lifestyle simple, live easy and Bruce Willis
I'm the boss, Michael Scott, y'all bitches is just Phyllis
Set the world on fire, y'all motherfuckers is chillin', what is this?

That's why these fuckin' MCs want their asses back
Don't you know that I'm a rapist, ask a track
Whiskey-sippin', wanna drink the whole bottle
But these smart middle-class black kids need a role model

Fuckin' hate me, that's what I'm used to
Suck a dick, we the shit, Metamucil
God damn, man, there's gotta be a better way
Than pill-poppin' all these drugs so I can stay awake

Like I'm Jessie in this bitch, I'm so excited
There's a party at the top, you ain't invited
But it's lame, and all the bitches is fake
You think about your old girl and how breakin' up's a mistake

Black dudes assume I'm closeted or kinda gay
White people confused like girl on Glee and Gabourey
IAmDonald is a full-time job
These niggas want me to fail so they can write me off

It seems like they all want me to fail
But I'm not goin' back
Not goin' back, baby

Please tell me you don't want me to fail
'Cause I'm not goin' back
Not goin' back

Dirty girls love my dick, they're cockroaches
Jewish girls eat my meat, it's not kosher
Relax, black chick, I think that I have offended thee
Got nothin' against the sistas, I just don't think they're into me

I am not a thug, aka what they pretend to be
I am just myself, aka my worst enemy
Yeah, bitch, cut the swag with a fuckin' knife
I come hard like my life keep her pussy tight

It's cool, though, it's all good
You want a dude who keep it real, and stay hood
I'm sorry, babe, but I act me
I don't act black, whatever that be

I'm just happy these girls seem into me now
Yeah, they lookin' for some In N Out, animal style
With this lettuce, cheese, bread, makin' sandwiches
That's why you niggas fail like all of your parents' marriages

Ran into Rashida Jones, told me that she heard my song
When I called her mixed like the crowd at my last show
She said to write her somethin' nice on the next track
But she cute, so I wrote her ass a whole rap

Man, I threw that shit away, it felt dumb
Believe me, it was bad, we're better off, you're welcome
I worked hard on that song like day and night
That whole song, made this one verse crazy, right?

I guess it all goes somewhere, you know that
Like that bullshit you talked before Culdesac
“I didn't know he had it in 'im”
Couldn't see me as Spider-Man, but now I'm spittin' venom

Now you payin' attention, pick your fuckin' face up
When I wanna be a superhero I just wake up
Renaissance man with a Hollywood buzz
I refuse to go back to not likin' who I was, because

Fake love, these fake dreams
These fake sounds
All the things that we felt
Your voice was screaming too loud
I know what you're ready to be
But it isn't with me
So I'm ready to leave you alone

I don't really wanna fight like this
I don't ever wanna lose your kiss
All I ever wanted was someone to hold on to

I just wanna be your girl
Everything you haven't heard
Plus, I just wanna be with you

(With you) With you
(With you) With you
(With you) I just wanna be with you

(With you) With you
(With you) With you

OUTSIDE

[verse 1]
i used to dream every night, now i don't dream at all
hopin' that it's cause i'm livin' everything i want
used to wake up in a bed between my mom and aunt
playing with this land before time toy from pizza hut
my dad works nights
putting on a stone face
he's saving up so we can get our own place
in the projects, man that sounds fancy to me
they called me fat nose, my mom say you handsome to me
mrs. glover ma'am, your son is so advanced
but he's acting up in class and keeps peeing in his pants
and i just wanna fit in, but nobody was helping me out
they talking hood shit and i ain't know what that was about
cause hood shit and black shit is super different
so i'm talking hood shit and cool it now like new edition
mom and dad wouldn't listen
they left the bronx so i wouldn't be that
all their friends in ny deal crack
it's weird, you think that they'd be proud of him
but when you leave the hood they think that you look down on 'em
truth is we still struggle on a different plane
7 dollars an hour, with vouchers, it's all the same
facebook messaging hopin' that could patch up shit
but all they get now is, “can your son read this script?”

[hook]
there's a world we can visit if we go outside
outside, outside
we can follow the road
there's a world we can visit if we go outside
outside, outside
no one goes
there's a world we can visit if we go outside
outside, outside
we can follow the road
there's a world we can visit if we go outside
outside, outside
no one knows

[verse 2]
yeah
dad lost his job
mama worked at mrs. winner's
gun pulled in her face
she still made dinner
“donald watch the meter
so they don't turn the lights off”
workin' two jobs so i can get into that white school
and i hate it there
they all make fun of my clothes and wanna touch my hair
and my uncle on that stuff that got my grandma shook
drug dealers roughed him up and stole his address book
he's supposed to pay 'em back
he owe 'em money but his bank account is zero
so my momma made us sleep with phillips heads under the pillow
like that would do somethin'
but she's got six kids, she's gotta do somethin'
she don't want me in a lifestyle like my cousin
and he mad cause his father ain't around
he lookin' at me now, like
“why you so fuckin lucky?
i had a father too
but he ain't around so i'mma take it out on you”
we used to say “i love you”
now we only think that shit
it feels weird that you're the person i took sink baths with
street took you over
i want my cousin back
the world sayin' what you are because you're young and black
don't believe 'em
you're still that kid that kept the older boys from teasin'
for some reason

[hook]

[outro]
can you hear me now?
can you hear me now?
oh, help us lord
oh, baby baby baby

PUT IT IN MY VIDEO

Light-skinned girls, you can put it in my video
Dark-skinned girls, you can put in my video
Thick girls, you can put it in my video
Thin girls, you can put in my video

Smarty art chicks, you can put it my video
Dumb hoes, you can put it in my video
Smooth girls, you can put it in my video
Nerd girls, you can put it in my video

I'm blowin' up like my swagger on the Gaza
I'm writing movies where I'm making out with Aubrey
Plaza
And homegirl my homegirl, it is not like that
But if she tried to rape me, I would not fight back

Girls that turn me down are sayin please and sorry
You lucky that Im Randy, Aziz Ansari
So now I'm in the club tellin' strippers they should
back it up
I wanna hang with Lil Wayne, I just hope that I'm black
enough

Damn, I guess we're all friends here
Except for I don't know you, like you was me last year
It's funny how these niggas all treat me like we best
friends
I wanna fuck these small girls, minus "sm"
Meaning that I fuck all girls, that is wordplay
Catch me on my iPhone doing what the birds say
I ain't going nowhere somebody better tell a hater
He's goin' down like my living room elevator

Fuck what you heard, bitch I'll fuck your fuckin'
brains out
And make you wash your boyfriend's sheets to get the
stains out
Put your fucking boots on it's time to kick the lanes
out
You got your favorite rapper in your ear, it's time to
change out

(chorus)

Watch your girlfriend, I'll fuck her then I up and
leave her
Girls chase me like they think my dick is Justin Bieber
Pussy thrown at me, you fuckin' with a wide receiver
I'm a genius, and I don't need to hide it either

Got a lot of hay, let me pay for what you sip tonight
Mixed girls from Williamsburg, that's my fucking
kryptonite
Baby girl, shorty, have it however you want it
Whatever you asking bout, I promise you that I done it

My swagger's New York but my home is the South
And it's amazing how I eat more pussy than Alf
And I'll all up in your ear but then I'm all in your
mouth
I don't talk, but girls the only thing we're talkin'
about

R.I.P.

[Bun B]
Late ass nights come from long days
Doin' all the right things in the wrong ways
Doin' all the wrong shit for the right reasons
Sprinklin' midnight game, call it night seasoning
Haters get salty give 'em cholesterol
Trill O.G, mop up the floor with the best of y'all
Then dry that bitch off with the rest of y'all
And catch a flight to Rio de Janero for la festival
Yeah, and that's word to fit a baldy
Ball hard like I see menace out of my Spalding
And I'll break your face with a no look pass
Now back to your parking lot pimp with yo little hook ass
I use harsh words cause these are hard times
And trill-ass people, nowadays they're such a hard find
So it's when I open a pack of people
And one on the scope, so if they frontin' I can sleep 'em
Man, my flow is so parabolic
The energy'll blow you over even if you're Broly
Goddamn it, now that's one for the Googlers
The fellows sleep on they desk and never step their noogle up
Takin' lames out never been new to us
The hardest part of this shit is figurin' which of you to bust
Then step your weight up like GNC
And R.I.P. to Chris Luda reppin' CNC
Straight G

[Hook x2]
There's somethin' inside you
It's hard to explain
They're talking about you boy
But you're still the same

[Childish Gambino]
Rest in peace to them niggas who was dead wrong
Toni Braxton to them niggas, that's a sad song
Cry a river Timberlake, the whole industry
Record the whole album in my living room in Italy
Niggas who wasn't feelin' me secretly want a handout
Keep your mouth shut, I can probably help your man out
Drop a new stack all lames get to steppin'
Drop a new track all blogs go to heaven
Kill the web, man these niggas need they hits up
Kiss her neck, add a dime to the tip cup
She is not "slut," fuck a dude who says so
Just because she fuckin' doesn't mean she not a lady
Kill the whole stage, I never needed a mic check
Semen on my spacebar, fuckin' tired of Skype sex
Runnin' with a new breed, me and Bun B
This hip-hop nation, this big country
Nigga please! We ain't stop for no one
Wu-Tang Generator name, I'm a shMgun
Wu-Tang Generator name, watch him smoke one
Talk a lot of shit, but none of them will approach him
Gambino got first position, the game is ballet
So graceful; drive, he don't need a valet
So angel: fly as I wanna be
Mercy, somebody show these niggas can't hurt me
Woah

[Hook x2]
There's somethin' inside you
It's hard to explain
They're talking about you boy
But you're still the same