ROYALTY

I got a tab at the stone baby, this long
My little brother was having a little trouble
I hope that he doesn't care that it's in this song
And we in town lunchin', talking 'bout how to run things
He said Atlanta wanted something
Waka, Jeezy, and Future got the streets locked down
Copycats making sure Tip keep that crown
You fucking 'round with the truth, went to see The Roots
Quest brought me back on stage in a suit
I wear it hard cause niggas say that I'm soft
Even Black Thought thought I made it a little hard, I gotta be honest
Feeling like the other stuff is kinda behind us
Making jokes here and there done got us some dollars
I'm tryna show the whole world what it is and it ain't a game
You said homie stay the course, ain't shit changed
Weird night and everybody was tipsy
Hanging out with Questlove reminiscing 'bout Whitney
He like, "Man, we can't even make it to 50!"
That reminds me -- I sent a long text message to my mom and pop
I got the same speech when I left 30 Rock
My mom like "Why you wanna leave a good job?"
My dad said "Do your thing, boy don't stop"
Shout out to my nigga Lou, shout out to my nigga Sway
For hanging out at the crib and telling me what you think

And never let these white people tell you how to feel
Never let anybody tell you how to feel
I? back in the fourth grade
Family vacates, you know I did it all
Just to see my little sis by a waterfall
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My great granddad bought his own feet to walk barefoot to Virginia to start his own peanut farm
So don't be alarmed -- man I'm royalty
Jam of the week, V103
No cosign, no bovine
More swag, pull back on the punchlines
Starving, every track means lunch time
I'm a star, how could I not shine?
Fuck boys chase hype and? chicks
And niggas who stopped texting after 1.6
Steve G. Lover ain't nothing to fuck wit'
D Money ain't nothing to fuck wit'
And what's a leader if he isn't reluctant
Too bad for y'all, I'm blasting off
I'm not Asher Roth, I don't sleep on my bread
Dick riders stay close, I might flash a ball
Sometimes, all this shit make a nigga feel guilty
I used to sleep with them roaches
Back of my mind though, I hope the show gets cancelled
Maybe then I can focus
Hawaii touch down, go ahead baby put your shades on
East Side! East Side to the gravestone!
Brown liquor but my girl in Bed-Stuy
Nigga, you got Drive like a sale at Best Buy
Hold up, hold up, we can do better
Put my voice on the track, man that shit is much wetter
At the studio at 8 AM
Hit the booth then eat, nigga we ain't them, nigga we ain't them!
Drop a line at your Facebook status
Said that shit about a week ago, you still mad at us
If there's something on your chest nigga let it out
Cause I'm the best -- da da da

SILK PILLOW

[Verse 1: beck]
Centrifugal force pulling me off-course, in a horse race
Changing horses midstream, fourteenth place
I'll videotape surveillance playback
Sigh you lose face, disgraced, god forbid you
Fall off of the face of the earth with chase
The black hole of what you thought it was worth today
"don't shoot the piano player" I heard them say
It was your fault, centrifugal force, you got caught
Convict monotonous, a verdict thoughtless
As you read it out loud, at least I was being relatively honest
Standing in your office trying to speak to some anacondas
Leaking sawless from the sawdust
While your doppleganger stands copless
No one notices, they got their own dramas
Drama-rama's mellow dramas
You draw commas on the eyes of madonnas
And wonder why you can't turn traumas into nirvanas

[Verse 2: childish gambino]
Don't mess your head up, still run with these young bucks
Still runnin' on jet fuel, still pimpin' on what-what
What was I thinkin'? I wasn't
What am I drinkin'? I'm buzzin'
Speakin' of weekends I used to fuck with your cousin
I used to rap about nothin', now I rap about nothin'
But that nothin' was somethin' that ain't nobody was bumpin'
See I still got it boo-boo, just a battle, do you
Wonders if you don't wanna be under some gross dude
But most girls will do it just for a corner seat at nobu
I bet your daughter's perfect, he say it like he know you
My daughter isn't living yet, at water village idiot
Their flow's dumb, but that royalty's the silliest
Now

[Verse 3: childish gambino]
Someone tell these niggas I ain't fuckin' 'round
Fly them all to vegas man we hold it down
Livin' for the present, nigga we fuck futures
Sippin' on some whiskey, these bitches drinkin' kombucha
Recession means more oppression, these niggas will shoot ya
Rio de janeiro, these bitches lookin' like xuxa
Talk with anacondas, at least I'm bein' honest
I'm tryin' to turn these keke palmers into baby mamas
Baby mama, I'm your baby, mama
Man, let your boy drown, they ain't save me, momma
They ain't save me momma
They ain't save me momma
Silk pillow for that new weave
Silk pillow for that new weave

SO FLY

You are the bestest, I will obey you
They wanna know what, I couldn't say who
You are the only one who's ever really seen me
I know that I'm the reason that you don't watch any tv
I wanna lay on your stomach so bad
And it gets a little quiet in this bachelor pad
And I don't really understand the thing we had
I wanna try again, but it would just be sad
And oh, oh whoa
You are the only one who's ever let me be me

We can make it easy
We can do it simple
I'll be waiting right there
Promise to be gentle
Sittin' by your window
Girl, you're so fly to me

So fly. Girl you're so fly
So fly. Girl you're so fly
So fly. Girl you're so fly to me
So fly. Girl you're so fly
So fly. Girl you're so fly
So fly. Girl you're so fly to me


We can make it easy
We can do it simple
I'll be waiting right there
Promise to be gentle
Sittin' by your window
Girl, you're so fly to me

So fly. Girl you're so fly
So fly. Girl you're so fly
So fly. Girl you're so fly to me
So fly. Girl you're so fly
So fly. Girl you're so fly
So fly. Girl you're so fly to me

SO MUCH BETTER

I'm cooler than an ice cube, yeah I'm rude
'Bout to get your head sliced, yeah I'm nice
And you 'bout to pay the price
Like The Price Is Right, but I'm not Bob Parker
Yes, I get down like I'm Charlie Parker
Meaning that I'm musically inclined
If you try to get with mine I'm about to blow yo head
back
Get another bullet and I spray bullet (bullet)
And I spray back, pop, pop, click, click (drop, drop)
down
Now they lookin' for your body like all over the town

Niggas, my name Gambini, I used to be clean
Now I'm dirty martini, 'cause this boy met world like
Feeny
These niggas make wishes like genie

Nigga you know how we do
Latinos, black people, and gringos
This money stained my fingers like Cheetos
Blast it out your speakers like keedoh
'Cause I can barely hold it all in like Speedos

These niggas got a lot of nerve
These niggas got a lot of speaks
And all these skinny bitches busy shop at Anthropologie
Who you tryin' to be?
I'mma take my girls to BIM and treat 'em like a VIP
Because I am a G, ugh (G, ugh)

I start the party like Chex Mix
Put it in your house like Netflix
Beat, nigga, it's what's for breakfast
Y'all niggas got beef with this kid
Y'all niggas' punks and stay punks like the Misfits
I play out, play the distance
Y'all done lost the race like McCain
But like McCain, you used to be cool but now you lame
It's hard to maintain ain't it?
Because I am so much better (than before)

My swag is so sick, you might catch it
I'm tired of fuckin' 'round little kids like I'm Brad
Pitt
You little kids need to play in traffic
'Cause all they was was make a nigga giggle like mad-
libs

I'm hot like an attic in the summer
And girls scream "Sick Boi" like we know each other
But we don't know each other, you ain't a fuckin'
brother
We need to separate like organic peanut butter

My lightsaber flashin', my kneecaps ashy
And girls of the world used to walk right past me
Now I hang with girls like my girl Kate Perry
I might have to marry Kate like my name Ashley

These rappers don't know what they up against
They can't see a nigga like my name Snuffleupagus
If you don't like my shit, why the fuck you bumpin'
this?
I am so much better (than before)

You better get it clean good 'cause this the last straw
And break inside house and leave your gas on
Nigga, we NASA, 'cause we 'bout to blast off
Go in the bathroom, we see you peein' like I'm Shasta
McNasty
Get it? UPN? Shasta McNasty?
Nigga, I'm a master
And I'm fuckin' plastered

I don't need a fuckin' beat for this, I can make my
shit up
While I go here's the part that I'm about to show ya

I'm the best 'cause I gotta
The devils wears Prada
And he's got a boom boom like Welcome Back, Kotter
Leave your guy like my daughter
Got cheese like furtada, greed, and filata
Got ya, mama
But rappers want the drama, but I don't want the drama
I just want a quiet night down at Benihana
I rap 'cause I gotta
Dude's got nada
I make 'em all proud like my middle name Obama

SUNRISE

[verse 1]
yeah nigga, it's me again
i'm still around, i guess i win
you hear me in your sister's room like all the time
gambino girl forever on that bracelet that she bought online
to dudes who couldn't take it, might i say, “hasta luega”
cause i'm taking all your city like i'm carmen san diego
i'm smoking, i'm on fire
i am blazin', don't get hurt
to my wifeys it's they concert
to my black nerds this is church
from that nyu dorm to the emirate
everyone hated me, i'm more hip hop than you'll ever be
im bustin', bustin' bustin', bustin' on these niggas man
and nothin, nothing nothin, nothin is the same again
you lookin dumb as hell man for ever sleeepin' on him
your girl is not around, she busy sleepin on him
will he fail?
now that's the wrong conversation
terry gross on the mic, im the talk of the nation, uh

[hook x2]
hey, what it do bitch?
why these other rappers do shit stupid?
while they be sleepin' i be onto that new shit
while they be sleepin' i be onto that new shit

[verse 2]
new shit
you didn't know?
black rock like a fuckin' lost episode
somethin' for these black kids to call they own
so when you skatin' in your driveway, you not alone
she stay down like that new coat that i bought her
and the fly rihanna girls be drinkin' my coconut water
and i'm lookin' at her butt
thats that 20/20 hindsight
my shit be jackson, jordan, bolton, keaton, tyson: 5 mikes
donald glover, no relation
always workin', no vacation
they couldn't feel me, no vocation
murder versus the only motive was motivation
money equals freedom
i've wanted this since a three-year-old
i've seen it all, like i'm john mann's penis hole
bein' me, that's something that's so unusual
i've seen the future, and the future go

[hook x2]

[outro]
can't you hear me baby?
can't you hear me callin' out your name?
can't you hear me baby?
oh, can't you hear me callin' out your name?

TELL ME

[intro: heems]
rap rap, ahaha
rap rap, ahaha
hip-hop rap, ahaha
rap, yo

[heems]
i'm a soldier, i'm a mastermind
flashing in the flashiest fashions that the masters buy
passersby passing me asking me if they can match this fly
maybe with a mastercard, ask this guy

[childish gambino]
i got a rush card, so i gotta stunt hard
rush limballin' while i'm listenin' to tune yards
baby put your shoes on, we gon' turn the club out
dammit i broke my foot again, i might have to sub out
nostalgia, ultra, you hang with vultures
nigga we eatin' good like we oprah's roaches
buenos noches

[heems]
buenos dias
frida khalo, papas fritas
we eatin' good so they think we free masons
i'm about my paper like wb mason
i'm about my paper like a staples or an office max
never have to off a cap, makin' money off of rap
he went from potential abortion stat
to the cat that pay his mama's mortgage cash
lookin' fancy in a foreign flash
chammomele tea that we pour with splash

[childish gambino]
yeah, remember frutopia? that shit was delicious
but snapple came back around and put 'em out of business
um, that's a snapple fact, used to eat apple jacks
that's that heems rhyme that i'm usin' for this battle rap
still got love for you, nothin' like them other dudes
i am fly, you hudson news
leave mcs with cuts and bruise
comfortable like huxtables, but fuck eating my vegetables

[heems]
yo, how come they don't sell batteries on the train no more?
i guess it's cause the ipod came out
i guess it's cause the ipod came out
yeah, i'm fresher than samantha, strange man
aguala catch me up in walhala, i'll holla
i put snapple in vitamin water for two bucks
pepsi came and bought it, for nothin' like what the fuck?
i'm from national wholesale liquidators
rock bottom, odd lot and all the haters
does benihana even sell wontons?
donald just put me on a bonton



[childish gambino]
yes i did man, i goddamn did
i'm five foot ten, i might just win
i'm tryin' not to die like them
laid out in the street like mr. hooper, nigga
i remember havin' to eat two scoops for dinner
but it's all good, post obama and post ye
three six got an oscar, it's all okay
man, i beg your pardon, trayvon martin
atlanta is my home, but we treated like martians
i used to be a square like a marlboro carton
like, niggas wasn't callin' me nigga like last week
only nigga in some liquor brown pants as we speak
yeah, gambino say it twice, atm machine, nawmean?

THAT POWER

CHORUS
All these haters
See you later
All that I could do
But you dont even feel me though
I know you know I know you got that power
That power
Oh, oh oh

VERSE I
So CG but a nigga stay real
Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit
3-points, field goal
Rappers used to laugh like I tripped and fell
Cause I don't stunt a gold cross like I Christian bail
Yeah, they starin' at me jealous cause I do shows bigger
But your looks don't help, like an old gold digger
Uncool, but lyrically I'm a stone cold killer
So it's 400 blows to these Truffaut niggas
Yeah, now that's the line of the century
Niggas missed it, too busy
They lyin' 'bout penitentiary
Man, you ain't been there
Nigga you been scared
And I'm still living single like Synclaire
Lovin' white dudes who call me white and then try to hate
When I wasn't white enough to use your pool when I was 8
Stone Mountain you raised me well
I'm stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm just a kid who blowing up with my father's name
And every black "you're not black enough"
Is a white "you're all the same"
Mm Food like Rapp Snitch Knishes

Cuz its oreos, twinkies, coconuts, delicious
How many gold plaques you want inside your dining room?
I said I want a full house
They said, "You got it dude!"

CHORUS

VERSE II
Holla, holla, holla, holla at yo boy
Like yo dad when he's pissed off
Got flow, I could make a cripple crip walk
Niggas' breath stank, all they do is shit talk
People want a real man, I made 'em wait this long
Maybe if he bombs, he'll quit and keep actin'
And save paper like your aunt does with McDonald napkins
How'd it happen? Honesty did it
See all of my competition at the bodies exhibit
Yeah I bodied the limits and I get at them fakers
Motherfuck if you hate it, cremated them haters
So, my studio be a funeral
Yeah, this is our year, oh you didn't know?
Uh, yeah I'm killin' you, step inside the lion's den
Man I'm hov if the 'O' was an 'I' instead
On stage with my family in front of me
I am what I am: everything I wanna be

CHORUS

BRIDGE/OUTRO
This is on a bus back from camp. I'm thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four other dudes I hadn't met yet, running around all summer, getting into trouble. It turned out it would be me and just one girl. That's you. And we're still at camp as long as we're on the bus and not at the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for us. We're still wearing our orange camp t-shirts. We still smell like pineneedles. I like you and you like me and I more-than-like you, but I don't know if you do or don't more-than-like me. You've never said, so I haven't been saying anything all summer, content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on. A girl who's smart and funny and who, if I say something dumb for a laugh, is willing to say something two or three times as dumb to make me laugh, but who also gets weird and wise sometimes in a way I could never be. A girl who reads books that no one's assigned to her, whose curly brown hair has a line running through it from where she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet

Back in the real world we don't go to the same school, and unless one of our families moves to a dramatically different neighborhood, we won't go to the same high school. So, this is kind of it for us. Unless I say something. And it might especially be it for us if I actually do say something. The sun's gone down and the bus is quiet. A lot of kids are asleep. We're talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop that looks like a kid we know. And then I'm like, "Can I tell you something?" And all of a sudden I'm telling you. And I keep telling you and it all comes out of me and it keeps coming and your face is there and gone and there and gone as we pass underneath the orange lamps that line the sides of the highway. And there's no expression on it. And I think just after a point I'm just talking to lengthen the time where we live in a world where you haven't said "yes" or "no" yet. And regrettably I end up using the word "destiny." I don't remember in what context. Doesn't really matter. Before long I'm out of stuff to say and you smile and say, "okay." I don't know exactly what you mean by it, but it seems vaguely positive and I would leave in order not to spoil the moment, but there's nowhere to go because we're are on a bus. So I pretend like I'm asleep and before long, I really am

I wake up, the bus isn't moving anymore. The domed lights that line the center aisle are all on. I turn and you're not there. Then again a lot of kids aren't in their seats anymore. We're parked at the pick-up point, which is in the parking lot of a Methodist church. The bus is half empty. You might be in your dad's car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing and taking their sweet time disembarking as I swing my legs out into the aisle to get up off the bus, just as one of them reaches my row. It used to be our row, on our way off. It's Michelle, a girl who got suspended from third grade for a week after throwing rocks at my head. Adolescence is doing her a ton of favors body-wise. She stops and looks down at me. And her head is blasted from behind by the dome light, so I can't really see her face, but I can see her smile. And she says one word: "destiny." Then her and the girls clogging the aisles behind her all laugh and then she turns and leads them off the bus. I didn't know you were friends with them

I find my dad in the parking lot. He drives me back to our house and camp is over. So is summer, even though there's two weeks until school starts. This isn't a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad, this is a story about how I learned something and I'm not saying this thing is true or not, I'm just saying it's what I learned. I told you something. It was just for you and you told everybody. So I learned cut out the middle man, make it all for everybody, always. Everybody can't turn around and tell everybody, everybody already knows, I told them. But this means there isn't a place in my life for you or someone like you. Is it sad? Sure. But it's a sadness I chose. I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But that's not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got off the bus. I still haven't.

THE LAST

I'm the last of a dying breed,
Meaning that I'm not afraid to try new things
Can't see me best to get yourself some Visine
Toe tag a motherfucker no jokes, while these other
niggas wakka wakka
Other rappers try and go and get over
You want that hood shit best to go and call Hova
I was a good kid, backpack on my shoulder
98 test score in my Thundercat folder
My cousin was older
My momma used to wake up
Drive me to a school cause the school was much safer
But I slipped up and accidentally told a teacher
Now I'm going to a school where I get beat up because
I ain't get down with them other kids
Probably cause I talk too white and I got a dad who's
there(?)
Momma couldn't take it, sold the place and got us out
of there
Guest room, now the six of us splitting one with a
restroom
Now I'm going to this school called Rock Ridge
School of the neighborhood we tryna buy a house in
There's not a lot of black kids
So I stick out like a sore thumb with some bad acne but
really
What I wanna know is why I never fit in right
Like a fat dude getting on a packed flight
Even when I make friends in the hallways
I'm wishing I was someone else always
But I'm happy that that shit happened to me
Cause it taught me most important is to do me
Cause everybody hates you till they love you
Facebook niggas same niggas that would shove you
Cause nobody was jocking my style
I had a high voice, they called me faggot eight mile
So I stopped writing for a very long time
Thinking that a nigga wasn't made to bust rhymes
And this next part, sounds like nonsense
But I swear to God, Tina Fey gave me confidence
Taught me everything that is good comes from honesty
Everybody's got a voice, you just gotta follow it
She on a role model shit from the day that I shook her
hand
I knew that I'd never die a broke man
So I could try this rapping shit out again
The game need change, I'm a part of it
People tell me I should spit under Donald Glover
But I try to keep my real name undercover
Cause if you hear my name then you think it's jokes
And I can't go for that, nigga Hall and Oates
My nigga stay down like a winter coat
I rap about my life not "I'm On A Boat"
Cause this joke rap shit's gotten out of hand
Only ones who do it well's Lonely Island
Save the raps about your cat, I am not a fan
Leave the joke raps alone, man I'm working here
I do not play around with this bullshit
I am different, call it new shit
Labels want me to hurry and cash my check in
But I keep my shit free till the last possible second
Cause God knows that I don't need the money
You get your clothes free when you rich, ain't it
funny?
But this limelight burn like a motherfuck
I wanna call my dad crying but I hang up
Cause I don't want him to worry, he's got his own shit
So I send him a check and tell him to hold it
If anything ever happens want you to know this
I always took the time to smell the roses
And wherever I am, I am doing fine I'm here for a good,
not a long, time

THE REAL (INFINITY GUITARS)

Motherfuck a nigga
Hell yeah I do it bigger
I got eight figures like I'm skatin' in the winter
Niggas thought that I was kidding, hese raps are not my
sketches
I'm a sick boy, nigga, when I cough I hope you catch it
My germs in your system, now you coughin' like
asthmatic
All of my "I'm tired of it" turns into your "Wish I had
it"
I don't need this money, but I spend it like I wanna
She said this dick is hers, I don't wanna take it from
her

Your dick stay chilly, it's a cold, rough world
I get superhero pussy, she a PowerPuff Girl
Shit just got real like Pinocchio turds
Yo nigga is Geppetto, I don't want no instrumentals
Leave the vocals on my shit like the song givin' me
head
And your bitch can't sleep 'cause she used to my bed
She could have any dick, you just mad she chose-d mine
Schoolin' all you niggas and my mouth will make it
Columbine
I am just a rapper, man, I ain't got no clothing line
My clothing line has closed the line and let me shop at
closing time
Yo boy got stacks like I'm standin' in a Borders line
Hidin' from you bitches 'cause real nigga's hard to
find
Work this shit like overtime
Yeah, my clothes are so designed
Closet look like Bloomingdales, yo closet look like
fashion jail
I break you out, I post for bail
This money make me Olsen twins, you call your bitch,
you hearin' this uh uh uh

Yes it's necessary to be flier than canaries
Stay fresh to death like a mint cemetery
I do not talk, yeah my life a library
Eat her out and leave her cold, make that hole my Ben &
Jerry's
Broke the mold on you bitches, man, I am so unique
You are not a rapper, if you were you'd hardly speak
I am Stone Mountain and I haven't reached my peak
Fuck her like I'm mad at her then I turn the other
cheek
This shit is amazing, check me in my sweater, man
Comme des Gar?ons, bitch, nobody do it better, man but
I do it better, man
When it comes to pussy girls whisper in my ear "No one
else can do this to me"
You's a cutie but you gotta know I'm married to my work
And these niggas ain't shit so I guess they must be
urine
Gotta gift this bitch, like Christmas, bitch
I'mma rap and act, Will Smith this bitch
When rappers start rappin' over indie shit
Just remember I was first to hit this shit
The difference is I'm different, bitch
How the fuck can these niggas be dickless pricks?
Man, what the fuck you gon' do?
I don't need to talk to you I am just a rapper too

THEY DON'T LIKE ME

[Childish Gambino]
Somebody tell that people what the fuck is up
I'm grindin' like a doozer looking cool as fuck
I'm grindin' I'm most hated but I sell the stage
I'm grindin' I'm most hated but I'm gettin' paid

[Chance The Rapper]
Eddy Scissorhands is workin' on my linin'
Gettin' spiffy for these bitches I be eyeing
Brentwood Mercury was playin' while I'm ridin'
Down to ridin, in a Scion
And I'm flyin', but it's cool, I got insurance
On a runt cuz I got warrants, but it's cool I got endurance
It's cool I got suspended, but in turn I got some onions
Could've spent it all on Thursday, but I saved it for my parents
But I spent a bit on Friday, in the night I hang with Donald
I'm tired of McDonalds, when a chick that cook chicano
That can't speak a lick of English, and pronounce my name like Chano
She say something something Spanish
I look back like, "Bitch, I know"
Tonight, I'mma make decisions for life
It's a Lucy Boomer dark lookin' light, some might drive
That's that shit right there that I don't like
There that shit just had to say
Shouts to the niggas that passed away
And shouts for the niggas that's here right now
And shouts for the niggas that got away
So sad to say, but it's all good
Niggas gon' celebrate, and wait for the day
Shit down today with Alize
Like live from the Chi', it's Saturday night

[Childish Gambino]
Used to have some patience, now it's all gone
Force feed these motherfuckers eatin' foie gras
Force feed these motherfuckers not a rockstar
I'm a say my piece, these other rappers lockjaw
I don't think they like me (I don't think they like me)
I don't think I'm icy I think I'm aight, B
Niggas wanna fight me? That's unnecessary
I don't quit for shit, that's my legendary