[Featuring: RZA and Hypnotic Ensemble]
RZA] Digital. Gambino Mixtape
[Verse 1: This Oxycontin carbon monox' and concoction Collapse your brain cells, they from lack of oxygen Leave the stuck, without a pot to piss in Hocking, spitting up blood, shark by precision Dart incision, imparts your vision Sparks infliction, (poof) I'm a mad Double plasma, verbal scatter, globe will atom in your body, now you antimatter Ripping through the data, into the doctor Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's You down to ground, while I climb the ladder Too much in your gallbladder, fall flatter On face, now you carry by the pall-bearer Or wear the black suit, eyes all up Oh no, when your ho make a lit up We in the rib a smirk nigga, all geared up Childish Gambino or Bobby Digi'lino on the We breaking backs that Sammartino, Bruno We saw more baselines Juno Change more law in New York than Mr. Godfather novels I write like Mario Master time fix the clocks like I'm Hold the weight nine sumos Bust like John Lugo You how the Wu go
[Verse 2: Childish Look sharp, homie yourself a face lift High brow, eyebrows on a sips of that Ace of Spades-es Saving all my just to waste on a bracelet Can't see haters, we don't give a fuck though Charge it to the game, keep a lame so Never slip a fast one, the is so in front of me Travel the globe, spend a nigga 'bout a 100 G's Pack them crowds up, boss like Deep pocket poetry, my custom Thank God they found us, the game was I'm and concrete, you ass and Charmin Digital, Do you really think these niggas know shit? Shopping in and I ran into my old chick is a bitch. I am not a grown up Tweetin' when I'm 70, these half-dead She look like she Spelman, secretly she Put her in the club, all she wanna is Waka Put her in the crib, all she hear is Waka She jerk when I move her old boy popped her Home is that Outkast, like Phonte J's like Beyonce's fiance Back on on my shit, nigga we the stupidest them niggas real shit, don't know what to do it I did what I did man, did you see it 'Bino and fast, niggas sweet and low American Royalty, loyalty We cream of the crop why the fuck would we She had two sons: Both of 'em grades Both of 'em rap Where did she go Nowhere mama, we just go the money at Black Kennedy, where the fuck you at?