Erick Arc Elliott - God Save The Villain lyrics

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino] Okay Money ain't a thing except for like always Used to make a stack and have to split that sh** four ways Eatin' a cheese croquette Beer garden these b**hes Flow wasabi lie to me Feeling so Sid Vicious Woke up and did dishes n***a that's my dirty work Back when white kids would say "not" Nerd Alert I would watch Carmen Sandiego and get my feelings hurt I wanna do that man Hard like a lap dance Call a lady friend and get that head like a CAT scan Hit the blue dream CPR my smoke 'Bino not your favorite rapper cause your favorite rapper broke He a joke dude Why you f**ing with him let me coach you Its the eyebrow n***a with the f**ed up hair And we drink brown liquor at the compound with the lights down And her nightgown is nothing so I'm f**ing Right? Sometimes I'm in the middle of that sh** and I'm like "This is what I wanted" f** I must be blunted Was that out loud we want hunnit Is that sh** straight? Gambino more childish than a kid's play Instead of an ashtray I use your mixtape With my n***a EAE then we gotta be [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot] Stop the fussing I am a glutton Motherf**ing your discussions I rap with substance Alcoholic drinks We a**emble 3D 'Bino D-von I am Buh-Buh Ray f** another match I wrestle cats with wisdom everyday Part of the game is missing Never could fall a victim but I fixed it Switch positions to a**ist myself Pa**es to the gla** Not pasteurizing the past But milking it for its worth Now pastors are on my a** I keep that shorty around like the merry go f** her like a gigolo Drink until my liver gone And bambam like I'm Bigolo Trees up in a bong Double D's up in her bra In the hood we spit them verses while the white boys play guitar I'm so un raw and never go off Incredible feats a n***a is beast I'm just making the beats I never unleashed the lion though I'm trying to Your heart is still with Zion too Find that solitude but only rapper n***as I include Intellect not the instrument f** the world I got the biggest dick Take you on this ego trip Pack your bags popping tags A woman is not a shopping bag she just shops at Saks I fill her with my juice now shes loose and on on my slacks So what is all this Better get up off it And proceed with caution Dream k**ers we making them nauseous Putting them in these coffins Forever dumping never sweating records If your records represent your resting place this is the grave That Heaven made