Childish Gambino, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Body lyrics

Street niggas, hood rats
Ladies and gentlemen
Childish Gambino greater than sign everyone
Apples to oranges, Jay Leno to Letterman
Got a cool whip and my girl ass gelatin
"Fake niggas back in style" no never that
If I'm wrong
See you in hell with hella cash
God dammit we the boys with the illest rain
Royalty forever and the rest is
Just a silly game
Still learnin' how to work
Your girlfriend's genitals
Still buyin' sweaters off of
30 Rock residuals money change everything
These bitches always down to ride
Especially if you keep they nose gentrified
Money off of curse words
I hope my mama's proud of me
Man, I've done it all
So I guess we both prodigies
From PJs to PJs, that's projects to privates
Now you understand my fuckin' mindset
Let 'em know

I know you want my head to roll
My body on that dirty curb
My rap music's dead and gone
Niggas want me in the dirt
I bust your little bubble
Shatter your dreams and push you over in my
Bottomless pit of sixteens
Alchemist rapper transform on
Your shape-shift
Cause if it never dawned on you
I'm a snake bitch
The great serpent is tatted on my fist
Kundalini Key on the pyramid
This is meditated murder
My aura that over-lifer
He escaped out the belly like
It's been a long time, son
Surprise son
I'm back for you motherfuckas'
Soul you owe me
We made a blood pact when you stole my style
Nigga straight bit my swag but I'm a demon
I get even when I take mine's back
I'm a god in the flesh
All this power I possess
I crush you little pussies like sex
Who's next?

I'm sittin' on a bunch of green faces
So my wallet is an alien invasion
Or a spaceship, my crew's the illest
So we Aaahh! real monsters, Nicktoons Ickis
That line's the stupidest
But it be lucrative
I'm sellin' out these venues
Niggas gotta get used to it
Now fuckin' with the realest
That you ever had
And P my motherfuckin' nigga so
I call him dad

Yeah I'm a motherfucker too
Birthed a lot of sons
Get a lot of money, spent it on a lot of guns
I'm trying to change
I don't want to scare away execs
Clean me up
But you can't change what's in my head

Killin’ Glenlivet, Dom P said it
My flow go to earth, we the ill pandemic
We smoke the whole barn up
Bitch I'm on my high horse
You don't watch Community? Girl
What is you lyin' for?

Bitch, I got immunity
Out here in the jungle of concrete
Where I hustle gettin' all these rhymes off
Hoes wanna jump
But I don't want your little dyke
I'm too preoccupied with this good life

I want a hood life, cash and clothes
Fast as hoes
Then get ghosts like Casper though
Smash 'em though
They don't know what hit 'em
Childish Gambino
Show a nigga that you with him say "ayo"