Paroles de Black Faces
[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]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
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, young rich n*gga sh*t, pops was an immigrant
Lifestyle illegit, 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 sh*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, failed test, it's only getting worse
I swear I'm getting money, I just hope you gettin' yours
I'm killin' n*ggas solo so you know I'm gettin' more
Now that young Gambino on the chorus, go
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
This is for that real sh*t, this is for that East side This is for my n*ggas who be livin' dime a dozen
Bino got that good sh*t, Nipsey got them aces
On some young rich sh*t, Kennedys with black faces
[Break: Childish Gambino]
Yeah, black faces
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
Obama on that million dollar bill, black faces
Yeah, n*gga, black faces
Look, yo I got this
Yo, turn, turn it up a little
Ay, here we go, okay
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
League of my own, swag Geena Davis
Only rapper make 100k on your playlist
N*ggas talk on twitter, but in life they don't say sh*t
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
We the new, face it, kill 'em like Jason
Grind in my sleep man a n*gga need braces
Wonder what you feelin' like, used to be the nervous type
They ain't mention Bino? Man that sh*t must be on purpose, right?
Hostile, n*gga 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*ck y'all, I'ma 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 sh*t, no rent
Own sh*t, so Jim Crow sh*t, black faces
[Outro: Childish Gambino]
Ay, n*gga, black faces
Black faces
That's royalty, n*gga
Look, young rich n*gga sh*t, pops was an immigrant
Lifestyle illegit, 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 sh*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, failed test, it's only getting worse
I swear I'm getting money, I just hope you gettin' yours
I'm killin' n*ggas solo so you know I'm gettin' more
Now that young Gambino on the chorus, go
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
This is for that real sh*t, this is for that East side This is for my n*ggas who be livin' dime a dozen
Bino got that good sh*t, Nipsey got them aces
On some young rich sh*t, Kennedys with black faces
[Break: Childish Gambino]
Yeah, black faces
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
Obama on that million dollar bill, black faces
Yeah, n*gga, black faces
Look, yo I got this
Yo, turn, turn it up a little
Ay, here we go, okay
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
League of my own, swag Geena Davis
Only rapper make 100k on your playlist
N*ggas talk on twitter, but in life they don't say sh*t
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
We the new, face it, kill 'em like Jason
Grind in my sleep man a n*gga need braces
Wonder what you feelin' like, used to be the nervous type
They ain't mention Bino? Man that sh*t must be on purpose, right?
Hostile, n*gga 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*ck y'all, I'ma 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 sh*t, no rent
Own sh*t, so Jim Crow sh*t, black faces
[Outro: Childish Gambino]
Ay, n*gga, black faces
Black faces
That's royalty, n*gga
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