Childish Gambino We Ain’t Them Lyrics

Picking out my fro with my fist comb

I got a tab at the Stone baby, this long

My little brother was having a little trouble

I hope that he doesn’t care that it’s in this song

Korean town lunchin’, talking ’bout how to run things

He said Atlanta wanted something

Waka, Jeezy, and Future got the streets locked down

Copycats making sure Tip keep that crown

You fucking ’round with the truth, went to see The Roots

Quest brought me back on stage in a suit

I wear it hard cause niggas say that I’m soft

Even Black Thought thought I made it a little hard, I gotta be honest

Feeling like the other stuff is kinda behind us

Making jokes here and there done got us some dollars

I’m tryna show the whole world what it is and it ain’t a game

He said homie stay the course, ain’t shit changed

Weird night and everybody was tipsy

Hanging out with Questlove reminiscing ’bout Whitney

He like, “Man, we can’t even make it to 50?!”

That reminds me – I sent a long text message to my mom and pop

I got the same speech when I left 30 Rock

My mom like “Why you wanna leave a good job?”

My dad said “Do your thing, boy don’t stop”

Shout out to my nigga Lud, shout out to my nigga Sway

For hanging out at the crib and telling me what you think

Speak from your heart and never compromise what you feel is real

And never let these white people tell you how to feel

Never let anybody tell you how to feel

I want what they had back in the fourth grade

Family vacates, you know I did it all

Just to see my little sis by a waterfall

My great granddad bought his own freedom

Walk barefoot to Virginia to start his own peanut farm

So don’t be alarmed – man I’m royalty

Jam of the week, V103

No cosign, no bovine

More swag, pull back on the punchlines

Starving, every track means lunch time

I’m a star, how could I not shine?

Fuck boys chase hyper rap chicks

And niggas who stopped texting after 1.6

DG Lover ain’t nothing to fuck wit’

D Money ain’t nothing to fuck wit’

And what’s a leader if he isn’t reluctant

Too bad for y’all, I’m blasting off

I’m not Asher Roth, I don’t sleep on my bread

Dick riders stay close, I might flash a ball

Sometimes, all this shit make a nigga feel guilty

I used to sleep with them roaches

Back of my mind though, I hope the show gets cancelled

Maybe then I can focus

Hawaii touch down, go ahead baby put your shades on

East Side! East Side to the gravestone!

Brown liquor but my girl in Bed-Stuy

Nigga, you got Drive like a sale at Best Buy

Hold up, hold up, we can do better

Put my voice on the track, man that shit is much wetter

At the studio at 8 AM

Hit the booth then eat, nigga we ain’t them, nigga we ain’t them!

Drop a line at your Facebook status

Said that shit about a week ago, you still mad at us

If there’s something on your chest nigga let it out

Cause I’m the best – da da da