Lyrics Childish Gambino

Childish Gambino

Rosenberg Freestyle

I've been grindin' my whole life, ****a

I've been grindin' my whole life, Rosenberg

I've been grindin' my whole life, Fam

Stuntin' on the low so they feel better

Damn, why they hatin' on a real ****a?

East side Atlanta where they kill ****as

I was in a coma but I stayed with you

I'll be right by your side

Radio play me that new "3005"

Bino won't die, illest rapper alive

See what's up with Fredo when I'm out in the Chi

Murder everything I touch but I don't know why

And he can get the business, your girlfriend love me

Turn it up, who is this? Shots at your fitted

Gra-ta-ta, are we not that fly?

Are we not young God, is this not black excellence?

I could lie to you people but my soul too sensitive

Gam-b, y'all ain't got **** on me

Man I'm so fly like XYZ

Threat to the throne, man I'ma murder this

You are such a poser, you ain't ever heard of this

Shots at you fake boys walkin' 'round in turtlenecks

And a du-rag? Wanna be me so bad

And the hair so homeless, record labels want us

Bino well read, like Octobers

Hit me on my Snapchat, hit me on my Nextel Chirp

Run up on them boys, get murked

****a sit down, he can't stand me

Curly black hair, bright pink panties

Blush on the vanity, tanner with her ass out

We don't have to love each other, she just wanna cash out

Stone Mountain bitch, run it off a mixtape

This is for my ****as up in Onyx gettin' ****faced

He just dropped a mixtape, she got so excited

Took her to a Clippers game and ****as ain't invited

Drugs on the rider, need to clean my act up

Man... I thought he was an actor

Thought he was a fuckin' joke, when I wrote them fuckin' notes

Everything I do is dope, I hope you ****as overdose

I hope you ****as hear the truth, so honest in my interviews

If Parker Lewis could't lose I'm blackin' out at Tongue & Groove

Royalty, I run the crew... we dem boys

Yo I've been grindin' my whole life, ****a

Nah I'm talkin' 'bout?

I'm just sayin' I've been grindin' my whole life, ****a

You nah I'm talkin' 'bout?

Yo I got some more... I got some more

I'ma try and go in

Motha-fuckin' right, we the ****as huffin' OG

In the club tryna keep it low key, she was all on my D

Then we fell out of it

Cause I'm never really there and she tired of it

Real ****a ****, real love, real pain, real intimate

These ****as so scared, I'm killin' it

These ****as so scared, I'm killin' it

So serious, gave the wrong young ****as money

They gave the wrong young ****as money

Gave the wrong young ****as money

Schoolin' these ****as, got so many zeros they think I'm a dummy

Unlike these other ****as, man I'm really from Atlanta

This dark-skinned art student with light-skinned advantage

I'm ahead of my time, online messiah

Who spits so much fire that you a God damned lie

If you say he ain't hot, numbers don't lie

****as do though, when they say he ain't cold

****as need to learn code, man I'm sick with the Python

Mothafucka I'm I'll

Born just to die, that's the human curse

The world in my words, spit a universe

I know they hate a ****a down in Spin Mag

Worst album, best song, how you spin that?

The best part is that they love Chance

But our fans are the same, you should ****with your man

And I wonder what they'd say if that EP drop

"His verse was wack, his verse was hot"

I'm on my jock cause I don't need these hoes

They're all the same so I don't need these clothes

Same white shirt with his nappy ass hair

Like "bitch do I look like I care?"

Nah, in the end they will notice that we've been God

I watched these ****as switch jerseys when your team lost

And yet it's bitch move ****a, make the show 6 figures

Then you fly to Kauai for a week off

And his girl's body lookin' like a centaur

They do what they can, I do what I want

Let's move it along, the point of this song

I think you doin' fine all the time, drop a fuckin' bomb, ****a Vietnam

On my mom with my hand to God

So my hand's on my fuckin' chest

But you didn't notice

****as hang around like we didn't notice

****as can't help me but they want a selfie

Cause their girl is a fan and they really love us?

Know behind closed doors

You ****with the kid or you still not sure?

Be a man about it

Don't talk your **** and shake hands about it

Be a man, I doubt it, I don't know

I've been grindin' my whole life