(Intro: Nipsey Hussle) Turn that beat up for me Really everything, like the headphones Yeah, yeah Little bit louder No punch, you know that mean that we workin' hard (Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle) Look, young rich nigga shit, pops was an immigrant Lifestyle illegit, but know I own businesses Started out the trunk, ended up at the dealership All gold Rollie, black face no blemishes Legend in my city cause I grind so vigorous If I show my face west of Texas, that's a big event Gotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me vent I'm really out here on some shit, you should take a flick Ballin' on my own ten toes, so the difference is I call shots never ask for permission, man I got a lot of big plans in my vision and I ain't failed yet, 'bout a dollar hell yes I'm a problem-filled test, it's only getting worse I swear I'm getting money, I just hope you gettin' yours I'm killin' niggas solo so you know I'm gettin' more Now that young Gambino on the chorus, go (Chorus: Childish Gambino) This is for that real shit, this is for that East side This is for my bad girls, this is for them good guys This is for my grandma, this is for that Westside This is for them niggas talkin' shit on a website Damn I feel good, you ain't feelin' nothin' This is for my niggas who be livin' dime a dozen Bino got that good shit, Nipsey got them aces On some young rich shit, Kennedys with black faces (Break: Childish Gambino) Yeah, black faces My Rollie so racist, all black faces Obama on that million dollar bill, black faces Yeah, nigga, black faces Look, yo I got this Yo, turn, turn it up a little Ay, here we go, okay (Verse 2: Childish Gambino) League of my own, swag Geena Davis Only rapper make 100k on your playlist Niggas talk on Twitter, but in life, they don't say shit My Rollie so racist, all black faces We the new facet, kill 'em like Jason Grind in my sleep man a nigga need braces Wonder what you feelin' like, used to be the nervous type They ain't mention Bino? Man that shit must be on purpose, right? Hostile, nigga my style? Kind of flow to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell I don't eat pasta, everything is low-carb I don't fly coach now, say I fly Goyard Leave a face covered in that coast guard Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell 'em the truth M Fox to my people on some family ties Magazines got black faces when somebody dies I mean look at Donna Summers, she was tryin' to survive People wrestle over petty cash When we should be really cryin' over that one percent Like we tipped a milk glass Fuck y'all, I'ma let my grandkids ball Look to the future, these dudes so last week See me stuntin' so Conde Nasty Me and Nipsey on some grown shit, no rent Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, black faces (Outro: Childish Gambino) Ay, nigga, black faces Black faces That's royalty, nigga