Childish Gambino - We Ain't Them lyrics

Picking out my fro with my fist comb I got a tab at the Stone baby, this long My little brother was having a little trouble I hope that he doesn’t care that it’s in this song Korean town lunchin’, talking ’bout how to run things He said Atlanta wanted something Waka, Jeezy, and Future got the streets locked down Copycats making sure Tip keep that crown You f**ing ’round with the truth, went to see The Roots Quest brought me back on stage in a suit I wear it hard cause n***as say that I’m soft Even Black Thought thought I made it a little hard, I gotta be honest Feeling like the other stuff is kinda behind us Making 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 sh** changed Weird night and everybody was tipsy Hanging 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 said “Do your thing, boy don’t stop” Shout out to my n***a Lud, shout out to my n***a Sway For hanging out at the crib and telling me what you think Speak from your heart and never compromise what you feel is real And never let these white people tell you how to feel Never let anybody tell you how to feel I want what they had back in the fourth grade Family vacates, you know I did it all Just to see my little 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 lunch time I’m a star, how could I not shine? f** boys chase hyper rap chicks And n***as who stopped texting after 1.6 DG Lover ain’t nothing to f** wit’ D Money ain’t nothing to f** wit’ And what’s a leader if he isn’t reluctant Too bad for y’all, I’m blasting 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 sh** make a n***a feel guilty I used to sleep with them roaches Back of my mind though, I hope the show gets cancelled 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 n***a, you got Drive like a sale at Best Buy Hold up, hold up, we can do better Put my voice on the track, man that sh** is much wetter At the studio at 8 AM Hit the booth then eat, n***a we ain’t them, n***a we ain’t them! Drop a line at your Facebook status Said that sh** about a week ago, you still mad at us If there’s something on your chest n***a let it out Cause I’m the best – da da da