Yoshinoya

[Chorus: Childish Gambino]
That's my brother, don't you know it?
I stuck around like Yoshinoya
Stone Mountain read and the caster cord
This my life, I must enjoy it
This my life, they busting for it
We don't hold back,  we must move forward
Stay where you at,  you're supposed to, boy
N¡ɡɡαѕ is fake, I won't ignore it

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
I put your boy in the seat
You got your biz' in the streets
I wash my hands when I eat
I never hand her the key
I don't know no one BD
But they dependent' on me
N¡ɡɡαѕ don't know where I'm at
I find your house on the app
People around you ain't slatt
They plotting hard whеn you slatt
They got a gun in your back
This who you trust when you sleeping at night
I'm in the mirror, I see what I likе
It is what it is, I'm right when I'm right
Fμcκ with my kids, you fμcκ with your life
You fμcκ¡ng these hoes, I'm fμcκ¡ng my wife
AK not silent like knife
Think he won't do it, I might
I gotta do what I like
I gotta—

[Chorus: Childish Gambino]
That's my brother, don't you know it?
Soup à l'oignon from Yoshinoya
Stone Mountain read and the caster cord
This my life, I must enjoy it
This my life, they busting for it
We don't hold back, we must go forward
Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy
N¡ɡɡαѕ is fake, I won't ignore it

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
This is a code red for old heads
Who never liked my short shorts and pro-keds
Been a minute since he had to fit it on the notepad
I was busy building up the life that n¡ɡɡαѕ don't have
Told me that money make you lonely, it ain't so bad
N¡ɡɡαѕ jokes are so dad
They haven't seen their son in a month
Sold some apple stock to buy a farm, I needed to stunt
I told 'em take the back end points, he wanted to front
Now his career's in a blunt
These rappers cosplay, the industry Comic-Con
The industry evil people, me and Fam gotta trauma bond
Drive like the autobahn
Integrity ωhοrє, say what I mean
Apologize if I didn't, or clarify
If it's written in stone
Freak it and leave it alone
Give it time, let the truth come to light
Let 'em catch up
N¡ɡɡαѕ peeping like, dαmn, he was right
Rather have my foot on they neck than they hand on the mic
Rather die a good man with a bad wife
These n¡ɡɡαѕ almost fifty and they dressing like a hype beast
Used to get the peach milkshake and add the eight-piece
White boy throwing dirt on my name for the think piece
Checks off, death, murder, and pain, leave you empty
I curse you with that knowledge
Put they hands on a woman for the clout but said I'm wildin'
Death before dishonor
On my mom like Keke Palmer
I'm allergic to the drama, you saw me and Tyler
I'm allergic to this rap ѕh¡t
Made a song, but spent more time writing the caption
I'm an actor, you can put that on set
I'm about that action
My tweets all lower case, I saw these n¡ɡɡαѕ cappin'
My homegirl said you a stalker, so we ain't dappin'
I ain't see you, man, what happened?
Man, the blog era overtaking all our stars
My favorite spot was 'bout to close, so I made some calls
B¡tch n¡ɡɡα, eat a d¡cκ and doggy bag the balls

[Outro: Childish Gambino]
Innocent face—
How do we change with more understanding?
You've never heard of Chaka Khan?
What are they teaching you in school?