[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Turn that beat up for me
Really everything, like the headphones
Yeah, yeah, a little bit louder
No punch, you know that mean that we workin' hard
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, young rich n*gga sh*t, pops was an immigrant
Lifestyle illegit, but know I own businesses
Started out the trunk, ended up at the dealership
All gold Rollie, black face no blemishes
Legend in my city cause I grind so vigorous
If I show my face west of Texas, that's a big event
Gotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me vent
I'm really out here on some sh*t, you should take a flick
Ballin' on my own ten toes, so the difference is
I call shots never ask for permission, man
I got a lot of big plans in my vision and
I ain't failed yet, 'bout a dollar hell yes
I'm a problem, failed test, it's only getting worse
I swear I'm getting money, I just hope you gettin' yours
I'm killin' n*ggas solo so you know I'm gettin' more
Now that young Gambino on the chorus, go
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
This is for that real sh*t, this is for that East side
This is for my bad girls, this is for them good guys
This is for my grandma, this is for that West side
This is for them n*ggas talkin' sh*t on a website
Damn I feel good, you ain't feelin' nothin'
This is for my n*ggas who be livin' dime a dozen
Bino got that good sh*t, Nipsey got them aces
On some young rich sh*t, Kennedys with black faces
[Break: Childish Gambino]
Yeah, black faces
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
Obama on that million dollar bill, black faces
Yeah, n*gga, black faces
Look, yo I got this
Yo, turn, turn it up a little
Ay, here we go, okay
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
League of my own, swag Geena Davis
Only rapper make 100k on your playlist
N*ggas talk on twitter, but in life they don't say sh*t
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
We the new, face it, kill 'em like Jason
Grind in my sleep man a n*gga need braces
Wonder what you feelin' like, used to be the nervous type
They ain't mention Bino? Man that sh*t must be on purpose, right?
Hostile, n*gga my style
Kind of flow to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell
I don't eat pasta, everything is low-carb
I don't fly coach now, say I fly Goyard
Leave a face covered in that coast guard
Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell 'em the truth
M Fox to my people on some family ties
Magazines got black faces when somebody dies
I mean look at Donna Summers, she was tryin' to survive
People wrestle over petty cash
When we should be really cryin' over that one percent
Like we tipped a milk glass
F*ck y'all, I'ma let my grandkids ball
Look to the future, these dudes so last week
See me stuntin' so Conde Nasty
Me and Nipsey on some grown sh*t, no rent
Own sh*t, so Jim Crow sh*t, black faces
[Outro: Childish Gambino]
Ay, n*gga, black faces
Black faces
That's royalty, n*gga
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