Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Childish Gambino
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Glover
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Donald Glover
Producer
Ludwig Göransson
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Alright it's Childish baby, Mr Talk-About-His-Dick-Again
Nerdy-ass black kid, whatever man I'm sick of him
That well-spoken token, who ain't been heard
The only white rapper who's allowed to say the N-word
I buy a bunch of 'em and put it on my black card
Now I got some street cred, use it till it's maxed out
I got a girl on my arm, dude, show respect
Something crazy and Asian, Virginia Tech
She too fine, I do dimes
If not that, I'm walking out with two fives
Change my ID for the cops, it's not enough yet
Black male in short shorts, I'm double suspect
Ballin' since '83, half of 'em say he gay
Maybe that's the reason I like Lady What-babies-say
I'm problem, I'm lame as fuck homie
But I rap like these **** ain't got shit on me
Fuck the cool kids, not Chuck Inglish
But people who think that hating on me makes them distinguished
Like, What is this **** doing? Rap is for real blacks
I hate that fucking faggot, man, he think that we feel that
Or I wrote on rape culture my junior year at Brown
So I'm allowed to say what all his raps are about
You better shut you mouth before I fuck it
You really hate my lyrics now or Kid Cudi's? ****
[Verse 2]
Running this thang, money insane
Busy getting brain like Krang
What, what's my name?
In the woods, got these **** using Mapquest
Man, fuck a backpacker
[Verse 3]
**** with OCD, N-W-O
All white like my clothes, CW shows
**** got signed, it's an anomaly
No cosign: trigonometry
Man these **** hate me
(Man, fuck you ****, fuck you ****)
They real black like won't show up on your camera phone
They real black take shit, like turn the flash on your camera on
They real black take shit, turn it into gold
I'm real black I survive when the pressure on
Upper echelon, bit my lip when I'm kissing her
Clash of the Titans, baby your tits is titular
Listening to some Kiss FM, she wanna hear Nick Minaj
Super Bass, super face inside a garage
It's not a massage, spa rap with a happy ending
Old **** wanna assassinate me
It's a shame, these kids was supposed to save rap
Fuck that, boat shoes and a wave cap
He don't give back, how the fuck a **** say that?
Summer in November I gave everyone a Maybach
Coming on that paycheck, coming on that mace took
I'm coming on that real shit, I'm coming on her Facebook
Fuck a backpacker with a rhino's dick
I do me like a gyno chick, uh
[Verse 4]
Running this thang, money insane
Busy getting brain like Krang
What, what's my name?
In the woods, got these **** using Mapquest
Man, fuck these backpackers
Fuck these backpackers
Fuck these backpackers
Fuck these backpackers
Fuck these backpackers
Written by: Donald Glover


