Black Faces - Childish Gambino

Black Faces - Childish Gambino/Nipsey Hussle
Lyrics by：Childish Gambino
Composed by：Childish Gambino
Turn that beat up for me
Really everything like the headphones
Yeah yeah a little bit louder
No punch you know that mean that we workin' hard
Look young rich n***a s**t pops was an immigrant
Lifestyle ill legit but know I own businesses
Started out the trunk ended up at the dealership
All gold Rollie black face no blemishes
Legend in my city 'cause I grind so vigorous
If I show my face west of Texas that's a big event
Gotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me vent
I'm really out here on some s**t
You should take a flick
Ballin' on my own ten toes
So the difference is
I call shots never ask for permission man
I got a lot of big plans in my vision and
I ain't failed yet
'Bout a dollar hell yes
I'm a problem-filled test
It's only getting worse
I swear I'm getting money
I just hope you gettin' yours
I'm killin' n***as solo so you know I'm gettin' more
Now that young Gambino on the chorus go
This is for that real s**t
This is for that East side
This is for my bad girls this is for them good guys
This is for my grandma
This is for that Westside
This is for them n***as talkin' s**t on a website
D**n I feel good you ain't feelin' nothin' yeah
This is for my n***as who be livin' dime a dozen
Bino got that good s**t
Nipsey got them aces
On some young rich s**t
Kennedys with black faces
Yeah black faces
My Rollie so racist all black faces
Obama on that million dollar bill black faces
Yeah n***a black faces
Yeah
Look yo I got this
Yo turn turn it up a little
Ay here we go okay
League of my own swag Geena Davis
Only rapper make 100k on your playlist
N***as talk on twitter but in life they don't say s**t
My Rollie so racist all black faces
We the new facet kill 'em like Jason
Grind in my sleep man a n***a need braces
Wonder what you feelin' like used to be the nervous type
They ain't mention Bino
Man that s**t must be on purpose right
Hostile n***a my style
Kind of flow to paint a picture
Norman Rockwell
I don't eat pasta everything is low-carb
I don't fly coach now say I fly Goyard
Leave a face covered in that coast guard
Metaphor Mozart
All we do is tell 'em the truth
M Fox to my people on some family ties
Magazines got black faces when somebody dies
I mean look at Donna Summers
She was tryin' to survive
People wrestle over petty cash
When we should be really cryin' over that one percent
Like we tipped a milk glass
F**k y'all I'mma let my grandkids ball
Look to the future these dudes so last week
See me stuntin' so Conde Nasty
Me and Nipsey on some grown s**t no rent
Own s**t so Jim Crow s**t black faces
Ay n***a black faces
Black faces
That's royalty n***a