Artist: Childish Gambino f/ Nipsey Hussle Album: Royalty Song: Black Faces Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Nipsey Hussle] Turn that beat up for me Really everything, like the headphones Yeah, yeah, little bit louder No punch, y'know that mean we workin hard [Nipsey Hussle] Look, young rich nigga shit, pops was an immigrant Lifestyle illegit but know I own businesses Started out the trunk, ended up at the dealership All gold Roley, 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 shit, 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 gettin worse I swear I'm gettin money, I just hope you gettin yours I'm killin niggaz solo so you know I'm gettin more Now that young Gambino on the chorus, go [Chorus: Childish Gambino] This is for that real shit, this is for that Eastside 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 niggaz talkin shit, on a website Damn I feel good, you ain't feelin nothin This is for my niggaz who be livin dime a dozen 'Bino got that good shit, Nipsey got them aces On some young rich shit, Kennedys with black faces [Childish Gambino] Yeah, black faces My Roley's so racist, all black faces Obama on that million dollar bill, black faces Yeah nigga black faces Yeah, 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 100 K on your playlist Niggaz talk on Twitter, but in life they don't say shit My Roley's so racist, all black faces We the new facet, kill 'em like Jason Grind in my sleep, man a nigga need braces Wonder what you feelin like, used to be the nervous type They ain't mention 'Bino? Man that shit must be on purpose, right? Hostile, nigga 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 Summer, she was tryin to survive People wrestle over petty cash, when we should really be cryin over that 1% like we tipped a milk glass, fuck y'all I'ma let my grandkids ball Look to the future, these dudes so last week See me stuntin so Condé Nasty Me and Nipsey on some grown shit No rent, own shit, so Jim Crow shit Black faces [Outro: Childish Gambino] Ay nigga black faces Black faces That's royalty nigga