Late ass nights come from long days
Doin' all the right things in the wrong ways
Doin' all the wrong shit for the right reasons
Sprinklin' midnight game call it night seasoning
Haters get salty give 'em cholesterol
Trill o.g, mop up the floor with the best of y'all
Then dry that bitch off with the rest of y'all
And catch a flight to rio de janero for la festival
Yeah, and that's word to fit a baldy ball hard like
I see menace out of my spalding and i'll break your face
With a no look pass now back to your parking lot pimp
With yo little hook ass i use harsh words cause these are hard times
And trill-ass people nowadays they're such a hard find
So it's when i open a pack of people and one on the scope
So if they frontin' i can sleep 'em man, my flow is so parabolic
The energy'll blow you over even if you're broly goddamn it
Now that's one for the googlers the fellows sleep on
They desk and never step their noogle up
Takin' lames out never been new to us
The hardest part of this shit is figurin'
Which of you to bust then step your weight up like gnc
And r.i.p. To chris luda reppin' cnc straight g
There's somethin' inside you it's hard to explain
They're talking about you boy but you're still the same
Childish Gambino
Rest in peace to them niggas who was dead wrong
Toni braxton to them niggas that's a sad song
Cry a river timberlake the whole industry
Record the whole album tn my living room in italy
Niggas who wasn't feelin' me secretly want a handout
Keep your mouth shut i can probably help your man out
Drop a new stack all lames get to steppin'
Drop a new track all blogs go to heaven
Kill the web man these niggas need
They hits up kiss her neck add a dime to the tip cup
She is not "slut" fuck a dude who says so
Just because she fuckin' doesn't mean she not a lady
Kill the whole stage i never needed a mic check
Semen on my spacebar fuckin' tired of skype sex
Runnin' with a new breed me and bun b
This hip-hop nation this big country nigga please
We ain't stop for no one wu-tang generator name
I'm a shogun wu-tang generator name watch him smoke one
Talk a lot of shit but none of them will approach him
Gambino got first position the game is ballet
So graceful; drive he don't need a valet
So angel: fly as i wanna be mercy, somebody show
These niggas can't hurt me woah
There's somethin' inside you it's hard to explain
They're talking about you boy but you're still the same
Doin' all the right things in the wrong ways
Doin' all the wrong shit for the right reasons
Sprinklin' midnight game call it night seasoning
Haters get salty give 'em cholesterol
Trill o.g, mop up the floor with the best of y'all
Then dry that bitch off with the rest of y'all
And catch a flight to rio de janero for la festival
Yeah, and that's word to fit a baldy ball hard like
I see menace out of my spalding and i'll break your face
With a no look pass now back to your parking lot pimp
With yo little hook ass i use harsh words cause these are hard times
And trill-ass people nowadays they're such a hard find
So it's when i open a pack of people and one on the scope
So if they frontin' i can sleep 'em man, my flow is so parabolic
The energy'll blow you over even if you're broly goddamn it
Now that's one for the googlers the fellows sleep on
They desk and never step their noogle up
Takin' lames out never been new to us
The hardest part of this shit is figurin'
Which of you to bust then step your weight up like gnc
And r.i.p. To chris luda reppin' cnc straight g
There's somethin' inside you it's hard to explain
They're talking about you boy but you're still the same
Childish Gambino
Rest in peace to them niggas who was dead wrong
Toni braxton to them niggas that's a sad song
Cry a river timberlake the whole industry
Record the whole album tn my living room in italy
Niggas who wasn't feelin' me secretly want a handout
Keep your mouth shut i can probably help your man out
Drop a new stack all lames get to steppin'
Drop a new track all blogs go to heaven
Kill the web man these niggas need
They hits up kiss her neck add a dime to the tip cup
She is not "slut" fuck a dude who says so
Just because she fuckin' doesn't mean she not a lady
Kill the whole stage i never needed a mic check
Semen on my spacebar fuckin' tired of skype sex
Runnin' with a new breed me and bun b
This hip-hop nation this big country nigga please
We ain't stop for no one wu-tang generator name
I'm a shogun wu-tang generator name watch him smoke one
Talk a lot of shit but none of them will approach him
Gambino got first position the game is ballet
So graceful; drive he don't need a valet
So angel: fly as i wanna be mercy, somebody show
These niggas can't hurt me woah
There's somethin' inside you it's hard to explain
They're talking about you boy but you're still the same
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