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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Childish Gambino
Performer
Donald Glover
Vocals
Kurtis Mckenzie
Drums
Taneka Samone
Choir
Taylor Milton
Choir
Claudia Cunningham
Choir
Chelsea West
Choir
Bri Jolie
Choir
Vanessa Wood
Choir
Tickwanya Jones
Choir
Denise Stoudmire
Choir
Elizabeth Sis Komba
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Glover
Composer
Scott M. Carter
Composer
Vanessa D. Wood
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Donald Glover
Producer
Triangle Park
Producer
Ludwig Göransson
Producer
Riley Mackin
Recording Engineer
Brittney Orinda
Recording Engineer
Stuart White
Mixing Engineer
Matheus Braz
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
That's my brother, don't you know it?
I stuck around like Yoshinoya
Stone Mountain, Redan, Dekalb, Sequoia
This my life, I must enjoy it
This my life, they bussin' for it
We don't hold back, we must move forward
Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy
Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it
I put your boy in the seat, you got your biz in the streets
I wash my hands when I eat, I never hand her the key
I don't know no one BD, but they dependent on me
Niggas don't know where I'm at, I find your house on a app
People around you ain't slatt, they plottin' hard when you slack
They got a gun in your back, this who you trust when you sleepin' at night
I'm in the mirror, I see what I like
It is what it is, I'm right when I'm right
Fuck with my kids, you fuck with your life
You fuckin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' my wife
AK not silent like knife
Think he won't do it, I might
I gotta do what I like
I gotta-
That's my brother, don't you know it?
Soup à l'oignon from Yoshinoya
Stone Mountain, Redan, Dekalb, Sequoia
This my life, I must enjoy it
This my life, they bussin' for it
We don't hold back, we must go forward
Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy
Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it
This is a code red for old heads
Who never liked my short shorts and PRO-Keds
Been a minute since he had to fit it on the notepad
I was busy buildin' up the life that niggas don't have
Told me that money make you lonely, it ain't so bad
Niggas jokes are so dad
They haven't seen their son in a month
Sold some Apple stock to buy a farm, I needed to stunt
I told 'em take the back end points, he wanted to front
Now his career's in a blunt
These rappers cosplay, the industry Comic-Con
The industry evil people, me and Fam gotta trauma bond
Drive like the Autobahn
Integrity whore, say what I mean
Apologize if I didn't, or clarify
If it's written in stone
Freak it and leave it alone
Give it time, let the truth come to light
Let 'em catch up
Niggas peepin' like, damn, he was right
Rather have my foot on they neck than they hand on the mic
Rather die a good man with a bad wife
These niggas almost 50 and they dressin' like a hype beast
Used to get the peach milkshake and add the eight-piece
White boy throwin' dirt on my name for the think piece
Checks off, death, murder, and pain, leave you empty
I curse you with that knowledge
Put they hands on a woman for the clout but said I'm wildin'
Death before dishonor
On my mom like Keke Palmer
I'm allergic to the drama, you saw me and Tyler
I'm allergic to this rap shit
Made a song, but spent more time writin' the caption
I'm an actor, you can put that on set, I'm about that action
My tweets all lower case, I saw these niggas cappin'
My homegirl said you a stalker, so we ain't dappin'
I ain't see you, man, what happened?
Man, the blog era overtakin' all our stars
My favorite spot was 'bout to close, so I made some calls
Bitch nigga, eat a dick and doggy bag the balls
Hold up, he gon' get this work
Innocent face
How do we change with more understanding?
You've never heard of Chaka Khan?
What are they teaching you in school?
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Mathangi Arulpragasam, Donald Mckinley Glover Ii, Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson, Kurtis Isaac Mckenzie, Scott Macfarland Carter, Vanessa Desiree Wood
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