Childish Gambino — Ten Crack Commandments Remix

[Verse 1: Gambino] Look sharp, homie give yourself a face-lift High brow, eyebrows on a spaceship Take sips of that Ace of Spades I'm savin' all my money just to waste on a bracelet Can't see them haters, we don't give a fuck though Charge into the game, keep a lame so cut-throat Never slip a fast one, the game is so in front of me Travel 'round the globe spendin', make about a hundred G's Pack them crowds up, Boss like Bowser Deep pocket poetry, my custom trousers Thank god they found us, the game was starvin' I'm cleanin concrete, you assin' Charmin Bobby digital, Do you really think these niggas know shit? Shoppin' in Manhattan and I ran into my old chick Pride is a bitch, I am not a grown up Tweetin' when I'm 70 these half dead followers She look like she spelman, Secretly she hofstra Put her in the club all she wanna hear is Waka Put her in the crib all she wanna hear is Waka She jerk when I move like an old boy popped her Home is that outcast, Soul is that Fonté Old school J's like Beyoncé's fiancé Back on my dumb shit, nigga we the stupidest Gave them niggas real shit they don't know what do with it I did what I did man, did you see it though? 'Bino hard and fast, nigga sweet and low American royalty, family loyalty We cream of the crop, why the fuck would we stop? Yo, she had two sons, both of 'em good grades Both of 'em rap songs, where did she go wrong? Man, nowhere mama we just go where the money at Royalty nigga, where the fuck you niggas at?