Childish Gambino

Childish Gambino - Yaphet Kotto lyrics

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[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 passin' 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 niggas sayin' it's dumb and he eatin' off of his actin'

I mean, who the fuck wanna be a rapper? It's stupid

I mean who knew that every rapper with a new crew

Would wanna do shit 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 fuck about y'all niggas

Get the point like ball kickers

I do shit, eat good, need a toothpick

Your girl play my music so that's thumbs-down to your new shit...

...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 damn – 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, nigga

Me and my homies makin' flicks

Me and my hmmies makin' beats

Me and my homies makin' hits

Me and my homies hit the spot, roll with us gold diggers

I don't really like those niggas, 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

Damn, 'Bino, why you gotta do it to 'em?

I'm Terio, I'm Terio, my cousin ooh-oohing...

New shit shit alert – never fake

There's levels to this shit 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 nigga crazy

Big brother, little brother, lifestyle wavy

Cool, uh... 


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Language: Dutch

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