#Drake pound cake childish gambino trial

#Drake pound cake childish gambino trial

laughing like 'oh shit was it him?' Walkin backstage ain't nobody say what's up to him Now you wanna come at me? Aight well fuck it then I cock it back Re-Up Gang when I let them cans spray Grab the fif, load up Clipse, watch, I make Fam Lay Meet up any damn day, bitch, say it to my damn face You right, I don't exist and neither does your fan base Because the Internet? Well your rap style is Dial Up, AOL Trial run You beefing with Cyclops, get it nigga? I WON Ready when the time come, one call and niggas mobbin with me like Verizon It's off with his wig, all your songs make me cringe Your chorus suck, I'll hook this nigga and toss him off a bridge Get it? That track structure, your lyrics is lackluster Don't get comfortable hiding and thinkin' I can't touch ya Ain't no tweeting when it's beef, if you see him? point em out Then I'm putting hands on Childish, spare the rod, spoil the child But I ain't taking the fall, got my alibi and my patsy For when I murder this Childish bitch, JonBenet Ramsey And did I fail to mention he's a carbon copy stan of Ye? Tried to start a Twitter war with Lupe? Nigga, that is gay You fantasize about holding his hand and watching anime Smash ya face in pound cake and beat you like Anna Mae Turn to Walt Disney since this nigga tryna play me Ya'll better Donald Duck or he'll be pushin' up daisies You dressing like a hipster but Pitchfork hate ya tapes Monkey nigga washed up, them hoodies ain't Bathing Ape This got me outta character, rappin' against an amateur Get the fuck outta dodge, boy you really ain't no challenger Started on Community and now you here So beefing with bloggers a milestone of your career? I mean, I know you lack cojones but If he ever up run up on me It's gon be sad what I do to Childish, word to Joseph Kony You a fake Charles Hamilton, Sonic nigga, fuck is up? Watch you tuck your tails between your legs when I knuckle up And you can take the fade, with that little ass frame I mean he got broad shoulders, he built like Angel Haze I knock a nigga out, you get housed then it's back to blogging I don't exist? I'll swing my fists and call it shadowboxing I seek and destroy, like Achilles killing Hector I will bring it to your door, Troy, strapped with the heckler I'm masked up in his crib while he laying there asleep Pillow as a silencer,, bed, peace (Piece) So say your prayers, and then kiss ya ass goodbye Claiming ' Royalty ' but we can really see that that's a lie Ain't no bowing to this square unless I pray to the Kaaba Gambino nice? Nah, maybe when bell freeze Your single on retail? that B.S. It bothers me when mogs start reacting to the blogs And talking all hard til it's really poppin off You claim to want beef but I'm the Based God of Cookin' So let me tell you bout this time I seen his ass in Brooklyn With that dingy ass hoodie on, looking all fuckin weird Me and O.F.