[Featuring: RZA and Hypnotic Brass
RZA] Digital. Gambino Mixtape
1: RZA] This Oxycontin carbon monox' and toxic Collapse your brain cells, they swell from lack of Leave the opposition stuck, a pot to piss in Hocking, spitting up blood, by sharp precision Dart incision, darkness imparts your infliction, (poof) I'm a mad magician Double plasma, scatter, globe will shatter atom in your body, now you antimatter Ripping through the data, checked the doctor Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's You down to ground, while I climb the ladder Too garbage in your gallbladder, fall flatter On face, now you carry by the pall-bearer Or wear the suit, eyes all teared up Oh no, your ho make a boss lit up We in the rib with a smirk nigga, all up Childish Gambino or Digi'lino on the tracks We more backs that Sammartino, Bruno We saw more baselines than Change more law in New than Mr. Cuomo novels I write like Mario Puzo Master time fix the like I'm Hugo the weight like nine sumos Bust shots like Lugo You how the Wu go
[Verse 2: Childish Look sharp, give yourself a face lift High brow, on a spaceship Take sips of that Ace of Saving all my money to waste on a bracelet Can't see haters, we don't give a fuck though Charge it to the game, a lame so cutthroat Never slip a one, the game is so in front of me Travel 'round the globe, a nigga 'bout a 100 G's Pack them crowds up, boss Bowser Deep pocket poetry, my trousers Thank God they us, the game was starvin' I'm and concrete, you ass and Charmin Bobby Digital, Do you really think these 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 followers She look she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra Put her in the club, all she wanna is Waka Put her in the crib, all she hear is Waka She jerk when I like her old boy popped her Home is that Outkast, soul Phonte Old-school J's Beyonce's fiance Back on on my dumb shit, nigga we the Gave 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 we stop? She had two sons: Both of 'em good Both of 'em rap did she go wrong? Nowhere mama, we go where the money at Black Kennedy, where the you niggas at?