Black Faces - Childish Gambino/Nipsey Hussle (尼普西·哈斯勒)

Lyrics by：Childish Gambino

Composed by：Childish Gambino

Turn that beat up for me

Really everything like the headphones

Yeah yeah a little bit louder

No punch you know that mean that we workin' hard

Look young rich n***a s**t pops was an immigrant

Lifestyle ill legit but know I own businesses

Started out the trunk ended up at the dealership

All gold Rollie black face no blemishes

Legend in my city 'cause I grind so vigorous

If I show my face west of Texas that's a big event

Gotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me vent

I'm really out here on some s**t

You should take a flick

Ballin' on my own ten toes

So the difference is

I call shots never ask for permission man

I got a lot of big plans in my vision and

I ain't failed yet

'Bout a dollar hell yes

I'm a problem-filled test

It's only getting worse

I swear I'm getting money

I just hope you gettin' yours

I'm killin' n***as solo so you know I'm gettin' more

Now that young Gambino on the chorus go

This is for that real s**t

This is for that East side

This is for my bad girls this is for them good guys

This is for my grandma

This is for that Westside

This is for them n***as talkin' s**t on a website

D**n I feel good you ain't feelin' nothin' yeah

This is for my n***as who be livin' dime a dozen

Bino got that good s**t

Nipsey got them aces

On some young rich s**t

Kennedys with black faces

Yeah black faces

My Rollie so racist all black faces

Obama on that million dollar bill black faces

Yeah n***a black faces

Yeah

Look yo I got this

Yo turn turn it up a little

Ay here we go okay

League of my own swag Geena Davis

Only rapper make 100k on your playlist

N***as talk on twitter but in life they don't say s**t

My Rollie so racist all black faces

We the new facet kill 'em like Jason

Grind in my sleep man a n***a need braces

Wonder what you feelin' like used to be the nervous type

They ain't mention Bino

Man that s**t must be on purpose right

Hostile n***a my style

Kind of flow to paint a picture

Norman Rockwell

I don't eat pasta everything is low-carb

I don't fly coach now say I fly Goyard

Leave a face covered in that coast guard

Metaphor Mozart

All we do is tell 'em the truth

M Fox to my people on some family ties

Magazines got black faces when somebody dies

I mean look at Donna Summers

She was tryin' to survive

People wrestle over petty cash

When we should be really cryin' over that one percent

Like we tipped a milk glass

F**k y'all I'mma let my grandkids ball

Look to the future these dudes so last week

See me stuntin' so Conde Nasty

Me and Nipsey on some grown s**t no rent

Own s**t so Jim Crow s**t black faces

Ay n***a black faces

Black faces

That's royalty n***a