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childish gambino - yaphet kotto lyrics

[verse 1]
worst rapper to ever spit on an open mic
worst rapper to ever get on, so many likes
worst rapper to ever blow up overnight
and when my d swell my d12, friends with obie trice
young, black and gifted but he’s still in america
heard the flow is gettin’ better, is he sleepin’ with erykah?
they p-ssin’ me they demos, these rappers, i think it’s funny
’cause they tryna get my demo, young white kids with money
i promise – worst rapper, itunes’ most played
it’s just me and both macks, self-made, self-paid
headlines sayin’ he leavin’ to be a rapper
when n-gg-s sayin’ it’s dumb and he eatin’ off of his actin’
i mean, who the f-ck wanna be a rapper? it’s stupid
i mean who knew that every rapper with a new crew
would wanna do sh-t on hulu?
that’s the blueprint, you drive until the lease up
i drive until it’s dirty, please, somebody call a brinks truck
yeah, they know me – happy face, emoji
that og, i might od, so avengers keep it loki
while i’m sittin’ on top of the world, it’s only one second, secure
and i can’t get it back, my life is a sham, no time to react
breathe… find solace in the fact my ball bigger – pause
like dog fingers, give a f-ck about y’all n-gg-s
get the point like ball kickers
i do sh-t, eat good, need a toothpick
your girl play my music so that’s thumbs-down to your new sh-t…
…buddha stance on a forest on ayahuasca
i’m as high as ‘copters, binoculars, lookin’ down on my confidence
truly honest, man, i wish there was more of us freakin’ out
i wet the bed the first night on my tour bus
god d-mn – what you doin’ man?
i can’t name a lot of rappers that you better than
he hates women and himself, i won’t give him the chance
tell myself down first to make ’em pay in advance
heard a lot of y’all talking behind his back when he walkin’ out
me and fam’ in the corner, what are they talkin’ ’bout?
same dudes who laughin’ after you go
be the same dudes emailin’ askin’ you ’bout your show
it’s on fx? tight, n-gg-
me and my homies makin’ flicks
me and my hmmies makin’ beats
me and my homies makin’ hits
me and my homies h-t the spot, roll with us gold diggers
i don’t really like those n-gg-s, childish like goldfishes
we saw this kid get shot up by the cops in atlanta
they shot through his phantom
and tandem canons were blammin’ him
he was standin’ there like 20 seconds before
now he’s gasping for air, bullet holes inside of his dome
what’s the point? i don’t know
why am i here? why am i alive? why do you care?
livin’ real every day, what was your undoing?
khalifia’s first name, now there’s urine on him
d-mn, ‘bino, why you gotta do it to ’em?
i’m terio, i’m terio, my cousin ooh-oohing…
new sh-t sh-t alert – never fake
there’s levels to this sh-t like a wedding cake
my new girl’s so pretty that the world shine
my new girl’s skin’s kissed by the coast line
my new girl so pretty you can go blind
worst rapper ever, how i’m givin’ out a cosign?
chance the rapper, yeah that n-gg- crazy
big brother, little brother, lifestyle wavy
cool, uh…

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