It's a bonfire, turn the lights out I'm burnin' everything you muthafuckas talk about Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl drop it like the NASDAQ Move white girls like there's coke up my asscrack Move black girls cause, man, fuck it, I'll do either I

Cut from a different cloth, I'm a different fabric They wanna see the day that I go polyester Like a nigga water whip, I'ma get it crackin' I ain't never stop thuggin', I'm like this forever Glee, gleeful Yeah, like a nigga water whip Like a nigga water

This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies His ma was smokin' crack while she was pregnant, so he can't even help that he crazy He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, forreal I ain't have nobody to give me no hope I hope my momma ain't doin' no

I'm falling away Away from myself Away from who I used to be Arid skin cracked and torn, I peel it away A change for the better to harness the strength and rise more powerful Now more powerful than ever A decrepit self once animate, now abandoned and

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh It's finally coming into focus (Focus) You're lying and I think you know it But you're too afraid to face the storm you helped create Yeah, this is bullshit (Bullshit) And did you think I wouldn't notice? (Notice) Cracks in your theory

You will never come close to how I feel You will never come close to how I feel Cracks in the pavement underneath my shoe I care less and less about and less about you No one else around to look at me So I can look at my shadow as much as I please All

Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Out of the way kids Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks Back to the smack, lickin' the powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in

Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas In the back room of the El Mago Casino Under a portrait of Doris Day And a pair of C-notes Soft candy betting hard eight Not quite how you laid it out for me When we split up that night, that night Coming out of the

Would you just accept if we murdered your children? 50 young niggas sellin' crack for a livin' Single income and he tired of the feelin' "Momma, I'm a man," gotta show her that he meant it It's a cold ass world, gotta show 'em that he get it Watch a good

Tell me what you've got to break down the walls You just might need dynamite Kick senseless my defenses Tell me what your gonna do I need you to light the fuse Find out how to crack me Log in try to hack me Underneath the surface And you might feel like