[Featuring: Hussle]
Nipsey Hussle] Turn that up for me everything, like the headphones Yeah, yeah, a little bit No punch, you know that mean we workin hard
1: Nipsey Hussle] Look, young rich shit, pops was an immigrant Lifestyle illegit, but I own businesses out the trunk, ended up at the dealership All gold Rollie, black face no Legend in my city I grind so vigorous If I show my west of Texas, thats a big event Gotta pay me twenty cents to hear me vent Im really out here on some shit, you take a flick Ballin on my own ten toes, so the is I call never ask for permission, man I got a lot of big plans in my and I aint yet, bout a dollar hell yes Im a problem, test, its only getting worse I swear Im getting money, I just hope you gettin Im killin niggas solo so you know Im more Now young Gambino on the chorus, go
Gambino - Chorus] This is for that real shit, is for that East side This is for my bad girls, this is for good guys This is for my grandma, is for that West side This is for them niggas talkin on a website Damn I feel good, you aint nothin is for my niggas who be livin dime a dozen Bino got that good shit, Nipsey got them On young rich shit, Kennedys with black faces
[Childish Gambino - Yeah, black My rolly so racist, all black Obama on that dollar bill, black faces Yeah, nigga, black Look, yo I got Yo, turn, turn it up a Ay, here we go,
[Verse 2: Gambino] League of my own, Geena Davis rapper make 100k on your playlist Niggas talk on twitter, but in life they say shit My so racist, all black faces We the new, face it, em like Jason Grind in my sleep man a nigga need Wonder what you feelin like, used to be the type They aint mention Bino? Man that shit be a purpose, right? Hostile, nigga my of flow to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell I eat pasta, everything is low-carb I dont fly now, say I fly Goyard Leave a face covered in that coast Mozart, all we do is tell em the truth M Fox to my on some family ties Magazines got black when somebody dies I mean look at Donna Summers, she was tryin to People over petty cash When we be really cryin over that one percent Like we tipped a glass Fuck yall, Imma let my ball Look to the future, dudes so last week See me stuntin so Conde Me and on some grown shit, no rent Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, black
[Childish Gambino - Ay, nigga, faces Black royalty, nigga