Текст песни Childish Gambino - The Real

Motherf*ck a n*gga
Hell yeah I do it bigger
I got eight figures like I’m skatin’ in the winter
N*ggas thought that I was kiddin’
These raps are not my sketches
I’m a sick boy, n*gga, when I cough I hope you catch it
My germs in your system, now you coughin’ like asthmatic
All of my “I’m tired of it” turns into your “Wish I had it”
I don’t need this money, but I spend it like I wanna
She said this d*ck is hers, I don’t wanna take it from her

Your d*ck stay chilly, it’s a cold, rough world
I get superhero pussy, she a PowerPuff Girl
Shit just got real like Pinocchio turds
Yo n*gga is Geppetto, I don’t want no instrumentals
Leave the vocals on my shit
Like the song givin’ me head
And your b*tch can’t sleep ‘cause she used to my bed
She could have any dick, you just mad she chose-d mine
Schoolin’ all you n*ggas and my mouth will make it Columbine
I am just a rapper, man, I ain’t got no clothing line
My clothing line has closed the line and let me shop at closing time
Yo boy got stacks like I’m standin’ in a Borders line
Hidin’ from you b*tches ‘cause real n*gga’s hard to find
Work this shit like overtime
Yeah, my clothes are so designed
Closet look like Bloomingdale's, yo closet look like fashion jail
I break you out, I post for bail
This money make me Olsen twins, you call your b*tch, you hearin’ this
Uh uh uh

Yes it’s necessary to be flier than canaries
Stay fresh to death like a mint cemetery
I do not talk, yeah my life a library
Eat her out and leave her cold, make that hole my Ben & Jerry’s
Broke the mold on you b*tches, man, I am so unique
You are not a rapper, if you were you’d hardly speak
I am Stone Mountain and I haven’t reached my peak
F*ck her like I’m mad at her then I turn the other cheek

This shit is amazing, check me in my sweater, man
Comme des Garçons, b*tch, nobody do it better, man
But I do it better, man
When it comes to pussy girls whisper in my ear “No one else can do this to me”
You’s a cutie but you gotta know I’m married to my work
And these n*ggas ain’t shit so I guess they must be urine
Gotta gift this b*tch, like Christmas, b*tch
I’mma act and rap, Will Smith this b*tch
When rappers start rappin’ over indie shit
Just remember I was first to hit this shit
The difference is I’m different, b*tch
How the f*ck can these n*ggas be dickless pricks?
Man, what the f*ck you gon’ do?
I don’t need to talk to you
I am just a rapper too