Childish Gambino
Childish Gambino - Rosenberg Freestyle lyrics
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[Intro:] I've been grindin' my whole life, ****a I've been grindin' my whole life, Rosenberg I've been grindin' my whole life, Fam [Verse:] Stuntin' on the low so they feel better Damn, why they hatin' on a real ****a? East side Atlanta where they kill ****as I was in a coma but I stayed with you I'll be right by your side Radio play me that new "3005" Bino won't die, illest rapper alive See what's up with Fredo when I'm out in the Chi Murder everything I touch but I don't know why And he can get the business, your girlfriend love me Turn it up, who is this? Shots at your fitted Gra-ta-ta, are we not that fly? Are we not young God, is this not black excellence? I could lie to you people but my soul too sensitive Gam-b, y'all ain't got **** on me Man I'm so fly like xyz Threat to the throne, man I'ma murder this You are such a poser, you ain't ever heard of this Shots at you fake boys walkin' 'round in turtlenecks And a du-rag? Wanna be me so bad And the hair so homeless, record labels want us Bino well read, like Octobers Hit me on my Snapchat, hit me on my Nextel Chirp Run up on them boys, get murked ****A sit down, he can't stand me Curly black hair, bright pink panties Blush on the vanity, tanner with her ass out We don't have to love each other, she just wanna cash out Stone Mountain bitch, run it off a mixtape This is for my ****as up in Onyx gettin' ****faced He just dropped a mixtape, she got so excited Took her to a Clippers game and ****as ain't invited Drugs on the rider, need to clean my act up Man... I thought he was an actor Thought he was a fuckin' joke, when I wrote them fuckin' notes Everything I do is dope, I hope you ****as overdose I hope you ****as hear the truth, so honest in my interviews If Parker Lewis could't lose I'm blackin' out at Tongue & Groove Royalty, I run the crew... We dem boys [Interlude] Yo I've been grindin' my whole life, ****a Nah I'm talkin' 'bout? I'm just sayin' I've been grindin' my whole life, ****a You nah I'm talkin' 'bout? Yo I got some more... I got some more I'ma try and go in [Verse 2:] Motha-fuckin' right, we the ****as huffin' og In the club tryna keep it low key, she was all on my D Then we fell out of it Cause I'm never really there and she tired of it Real ****a ****, real love, real pain, real intimate These ****as so scared, I'm killin' it These ****as so scared, I'm killin' it So serious, gave the wrong young ****as money They gave the wrong young ****as money Gave the wrong young ****as money Schoolin' these ****as, got so many zeros they think I'm a dummy Unlike these other ****as, man I'm really from Atlanta This dark-skinned art student with light-skinned advantage I'm ahead of my time, online messiah Who spits so much fire that you a God damned lie If you say he ain't hot, numbers don't lie ****As do though, when they say he ain't cold ****As need to learn code, man I'm sick with the Python Mothafucka I'm I'll Born just to die, that's the human curse The world in my words, spit a universe I know they hate a ****a down in Spin Mag Worst album, best song, how you spin that? The best part is that they love Chance But our fans are the same, you should ****with your man And I wonder what they'd say if that ep drop "His verse was wack, his verse was hot" I'm on my jock cause I don't need these hoes They're all the same so I don't need these clothes Same white shirt with his nappy ass hair Like "bitch do I look like I care?" Nah, in the end they will notice that we've been God I watched these ****as switch jerseys when your team lost And yet it's bitch move ****a, make the show 6 figures Then you fly to Kauai for a week off And his girl's body lookin' like a centaur They do what they can, I do what I want Let's move it along, the point of this song I think you doin' fine all the time, drop a fuckin' bomb, ****a Vietnam On my mom with my hand to God So my hand's on my fuckin' chest But you didn't notice ****As hang around like we didn't notice ****As can't help me but they want a selfie Cause their girl is a fan and they really love us? Know behind closed doors You ****with the kid or you still not sure? Be a man about it Don't talk your **** and shake hands about it Be a man, I doubt it, I don't know I've been grindin' my whole life