Childish Gambino — We Aint Them

[Verse] Pickin' out my fro with my fist comb I got a tab at the Stone baby, this long My little brother was havin' a little trouble I hope that he doesn't care that it's in this song Koreatown lunchin', talkin' 'bout how to run things He said Atlanta wanted somethin' Waka, Jeezy, and Future got the streets locked down Copycats making sure T.I.P. keep that crown I'm fucking 'round with the truth, went to see The Roots Quest brought me back on stage in a suit I went hard 'cause niggas say that I'm soft Even Black Thought thought I'm aiming a little hard, I gotta be honest Feelin' like the other stuff is kinda behind us Makin' jokes here and there done got us some dollars I'm tryna show the whole world what it is and it ain't a game He said, "Homie, stay the course, ain't shit changed Weird night, and everybody was tipsy Hangin' out with Questlove reminiscing 'bout Whitney He like, "Man, we can't even make it to 50?!" That reminds me I sent a long text message to my mom and pop I got the same speech when I left 30 Rock My mom like, "Why you wanna leave a good job?" My dad like, "Do your thing, boy, don't stop" Shout out to my nigga Lud, shout out to my nigga Swank For hanging at the crib and telling me what you think Speak from your heart and never compromise what you feel's real And never let these white people tell you how to feel Never let anybody tell you how to feel I wanted what they had back in the fourth grade Family vacays, you know I did it all Just to see my lil' sis by a waterfall My great granddad bought his own freedom Walk barefoot to Virginia to start his own peanut farm So don't be alarmed, man, I'm royalty Jam of the week, V103 No cosign, no bovine More swag, pull back on the punchlines Starving, every track means lunchtime Huh, I'm a star, how could I not shine? Fuckboys chase hype and scrat chicks And niggas who stopped texting after 1.6 DG Lover ain't nothin' to fuck wit' D-Money ain't nothin' to fuck wit' And what's a leader if he isn't reluctant? Too bad for y'all, I'm blastin' off I'm not Asher Roth, I don't sleep on my bread Dick riders stay close, I might flash a ball Sometimes, all this shit make a nigga feel guilty I used to sleep with them roaches Back of my mind though, I hope the show gets canceled Maybe then I can focus Hawaii touch down, go ahead baby, put your shades on East Side! East Side to the gravestone! Brown liquor, but my girl in Bed-Stuy Nigga, you got drive like a sale at Best Buy, ugh Hold up, hold up, we can do better Put my voice on the track, man, that shit is much wetter At the studio at 8 AM, hit the booth then eat Nigga, we ain't them, nigga, we ain't them! Drop a line, it's your Facebook status Said that shit about a week ago, you still mad at us If there's something on your chest, nigga, let it out 'Cause I'm the best, da-da-da