Childish Gambino Yaphet Kotto Lyrics

I know it’s your first

I will try to be gentle

My love…

Worst rapper to ever spit on an open mic

Worst rapper to ever get on so many likes

Worst rapper to ever blow up and over night

And when my D swell my D-12 friends, but Obie Trice

Young, black and gifted but he still in America

Heard the flow was getting better, is he sleeping with Erykah?

They passing me they demos, these rappers, I think it’s funny

Cause they tryna get my demo, young white kids with money

I promise, worst rapper, iTunes most played

It’s just me and both Macs, self made, self paid

Headlines saying he leaving to be a rapper

But niggas saying, “This dummy; he’s eating off of his acting, I mean

Who the fuck wanna be a rapper, it’s stupid,” I mean

Who knew that every rapper with a new crew

Wanna do shit on Hulu, that’s the blueprint

You drive until the lease up

I drive until it’s dirty, please somebody call the Brinks truck

Yeah they know me (HAPPY FACE EMOJI)

That OG, I might OD so Avengers keep it lowkey

Well I’m sitting on top of the world

There’s only one second secure

But I can’t get it back

My life is a sham no time to react; breathe

Find solace in the fact my ball bigger

(Pause) like dog fingers

Give a fuck ’bout y’all niggas

Get the point like ball kickers

I do shit, eat good, need a toothpick

Your girl play my music so that’s thumbs down to your new shit

Buddha stance in a forest on the ayahuasca

I’m as high as copters, binoculars, looking down on my confidence

Truly honest man, I wish there was more of us freaking out

I wet the bed the first night on my tour bus

God damn, what’re you doing man?

I can’t name a lot of rappers that you better than

He hates women and himself, I won’t give him the chance

Tear myself down first to make ’em pay in advance

Heard a lot of y’all talking behind his back when he walking out

Me and Fam in the corner, what are they talking ’bout?

The same dudes who laughing after you go

Be the same dudes emailing asking you ’bout your show

It’s on FX? Tight nigga

Me and my homies making flicks

Me and my homies making beats

Me and my homies making hits

Me and my homies hit the spot, roll with us, gold diggers

I don’t really like those niggas, Childish like goldfishes

We saw this kid get shot up by the cops in Atlanta

They shot through his Phantom and tandem cannons were blamming him

He was standing there like 20 seconds before

Now he gasping for air, bullet holes inside of his dome

What’s the point? I don’t know

Why am I here? Why am I alive? Why do you care?

Living real everyday, what was your undoing?

Khalifa’s first name now there’s urine on him.

Damn ‘Bino why you gotta do it to em?

I’m Terio, I’m Terio, my cousin Oooohhh-ing (Oooohhh-ing)

New shit, new shit alert, never fake

There’s levels to the shit like a wedding cake

My new girls so pretty that the world shine

My new girls getting kissed by the coast line

My new girl so pretty we can bovine

Worst rapper ever, how I’m giving out a cosign?

Chance The Rapper, yeah that nigga crazy

Big brother, little brother lifestyle wavy

Cool, uhhh…

(Always thinking)