Heems - Tell Me lyrics

[Intro: Heems] Rap rap, ahaha Rap rap, ahaha Hip-hop rap, ahaha Rap, yo [Heems] I'm a soldier, I'm a mastermind Flashing in the flashiest fashions that the masters buy Pa**ersby pa**ing me asking me if they can match this fly Maybe with a mastercard, ask this guy [Childish Gambino] I got a rush card, so I gotta stunt hard Rush Limballin' while I'm listenin' to Tune-Yards Baby put your shoes on, we gon' turn the club out Dammit I broke my foot again, I might have to sub out Nostalgia, Ultra, you hang with vultures n***a we eatin' good like we Oprah's roaches Buenos noches [Heems] Buenos dias Frida Khalo, papas fritas We eatin' good so they think we Free Masons I'm about my paper like WB Mason I'm about my paper like a Staples or an Office Max Never have to off a cat, makin' money off of rap He went from potential abortion stat To the cat that pay his mama's mortgage cash Lookin' fancy in a foreign flash Chammomele tea that we pour with splash [Childish Gambino] Yeah, remember Frutopia? That sh** was delicious But Snapple came back around and put 'em out of business Um, that's a Snapple fact, used to eat Apple Jacks That's that Heems rhyme that I'm usin' for this battle rap Still got love for you, nothin' like them other dudes I am fly, you Hudson News Leave MCs so cut and bruised Comfortable like Huxtables, but f** eating my vegetables [Heems] Yo, how come they don't sell batteries on the train no more? I guess it's cause the iPod came out I guess it's cause the iPod came out Yeah, I'm fresher than Samantha, strange man Odwalla catch me up in Walhala, I'll holla I put Snapple in Vitamin Water for two bucks Pepsi came and bought it, for nothin' like what the f**? I'm from National Wholesale Liquidators Rock bottom, Odd Lot and all the haters Does Benihana even sell wontons? Donald just put me on a bonton [Childish Gambino] Yes I did man, I goddamn did I'm five foot ten, I might just win I'm tryin' not to die like them Laid out in the street like Mr. Hooper, n***a I remember havin' to eat two scoops for dinner But it's all good, post Obama and post Ye Three Six got an Oscar, it's all okay Man, I beg your pardon, Trayvon Martin Atlanta is my home, but we treated like Martians I used to be a square like a Marlboro carton Like, n***as wasn't callin' me n***a like last week Only n***a in some n***a brown pants as we speak Yeah, Gambino say it twice, ATM machine, nawmean?