Childish Gambino Yoshinoya

That's my brother, don't you know it? I stuck around like Yoshinoya Stone Mountain, Redan, Dekalb, Sequoia This my life, I must enjoy it This my life, they bussin' for it We don't hold back, we must move forward Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it I put your boy in the seat, you got your biz in the streets I wash my hands when I eat, I never handled a key I don't know no one BD but they dependent on me Niggas don't know where I'm at, I found your house on a app People around you ain't slatt, they plottin' hard when you slack They got a gun in your back, this who you trust whеn you sleepin' at night I'm in the mirror, I see what I like It is what it is, I'm right when I'm right Fuck with my kids, you fuck with your lifе You fuckin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' my wife AK not silent like knife, think he won't do it, I might I gotta do what I like, I gotta– That's my brother, don't you know it? Soup à l'oignon from Yoshinoya Stone Mountain, Redan, Dekalb, Sequoia This my life, I must enjoy it This my life, they busting for it We don't hold back, we must move forward Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it This is a code red for old heads Who never liked my short shorts and PRO-Keds Been a minute since he had to fit it on the notepad I was busy buildin' up the life that niggas don't have Told me that the money make you lonely, it ain't so bad Niggas jokes are so dad but haven't seen they son in a month Sold some Apple stock to buy a farm, I needed to stunt I told 'em take the backend points, he wanted to front Now his career's in a blunt, these rappers cosplay, the industry Comic-Con The industry evil people, me and fam Got a trauma bond, drive like the Autobahn Integrity whore, say what I mean, apologize if I didn't Or clarify if it's written in stone, freak it and leave it alone Give it time, let the truth come to light, let 'em catch up Niggas peepin' like "Damn, he was right" Rather have my foot on they neck than they hand on a mic Rather die a good man with a bad wife These niggas almost fifty, and they dressin' like a hype beast Used to get the peach milkshake and add the eight piece White boy throwin' dirt on my name for the think piece Checks off, death, murder, and pain leave you empty I curse you with that knowledge Put they hands on a woman for the clout but said I'm wildin' Death before dishonor, on my mom like Keke Palmer I'm allergic to the drama, you saw me and Tyler I'm allergic to this rap shit Made a song, but spent more time writin' the caption I'm an actor, you can put that on set, I'm about that action My tweets all lowercase, I saw these niggas cappin' My homegirl said you a stalker, so we ain't dappin' I ain't see you, man, what happened? Man, the blog era over, takin' all our stars My favorite spot was 'bout to close, so I made some calls Bitch nigga, eat a dick and doggy bag the balls Hold up, he gon' get this work Innocent face How do we change with more understanding? You've never heard of Chaka Khan? What are they teaching you in school?