Childish Gambino - Rosenberg Freestyle lyrics

I've been grindin' my whole life, nigga
I've been grindin' my whole life, Rosenberg
I've been grindin' my whole life, Fam
Yo, let me see, yo, uh

Stuntin' on the low so they feel better
Damn, why they hatin' on a real nigga?
East side Atlanta where they kill niggas
I was in a coma but I stayed with you
I'll be right by your side
Radio play me that new 3005
Bino won't die, illest rapper alive
See what's up with Fredo when
I'm out in the Chi
Murder everything I touch
But I don't know why
And he can get the business
Your girlfriend love me
Turn it up, who is this? Shots at your fitted
Gra ta ta, are we not that fly?
Are we not young God
Is this not black excellence?
I could lie to you people
But my soul too sensitive
Gam-b, y'all ain't got shit on
Me, man I'm so fly, like XYZ
Threat to the throne, man, I'ma murder this
You are such a poser
You ain't ever heard of this
Shots at you fake boys
Walkin' 'round in turtlenecks
And a du rag? Wanna be me so bad
And the hair so homeless
Record labels want us
Bino well read, like Octobers
Hit me on my Snapchat
Hit me on my Nextel Chirp
Run up on them boys, get murked
Nigga sit down, he can't stand me
Curly black hair, bright pink panties
Blush on the vanity, tanner with her ass out
We don't have to love each other
She just wanna cash out
Stone Mountain bitch, run it off a mixtape
This is for my niggas up
In Onyx getting shitfaced
He just dropped a mixtape, she got so excited
Took her to a Clippers game
And niggas ain't invited
Drugs on the rider, need to clean my act up
Man, I thought he was an actor
Thought he was a fuckin' joke
When I wrote them fuckin' notes
Everything I do is dope
I hope you niggas overdose
I hope you niggas hear the truth
So honest in my interviews
If Parker Lewis couldn't lose
I'm blackin' out at Tongue & Groove
Royalty, I run the crew, we them boys

Yo, I've been grindin' my whole life, nigga
Nah I'm talkin' 'bout?
I'm just sayin' I'm grindin'
My whole life, nigga
Nah know I'm talkin' 'bout?
Yo, I got some more, I got some more, yeah
Yeah let me see, Imma try and go in, uh, uhm

Mothafuckin' right
We the niggas huffin' OG
In the club tryna keep it lowkey
She was all on my D, then we fell out of it
Cause I'm never really there and
She tired of it
Real nigga shit, real love, real pain
Real intimate
These niggas so scared, I'm killin' it
These niggas so scared, I'm killin' it
So serious, gave the wrong young niggas money
They gave the wrong young niggas money
Gave the wrong young niggas money
Schoolin' these niggas
Got so many zeros they think I'm a dummy
Unlike these other niggas
Man I'm really from Atlanta
This dark-skinned art student
With light-skinned advantage
I'm ahead of my time, online messiah
Who spit's so much fire that
You a God damned liar
If you say he ain't hot, numbers don't lie
Niggas do though
When they say he ain't cold
Niggas need to learn code
Man I'm sick with the Python
Mothafucka, I'm ill, born just to die
That's the human curse
The world in my words, spit a universe
I know they hate a nigga down in Spin Mag
Worst album, best song, how you spin that?
The best part is that they love Chance
But our fans are the same
You should fuck with your man
And I wonder what they'd say if that EP drop
"His verse was wack, his verse was hot"
I'm on my jock cause I
Don't need these hoes
They're all the same so I
Don't need these clothes
Same white shirt with his nappy ass hair
Like "bitch do I look like I care?"
Nah, in the end they will
Notice that we've been God
I watched these niggas switch jerseys
When your team lost
And yet it's bitch move nigga
Make the show 6 figures
Then you fly to Kauai for a week off
And his girl's body lookin' like a centaur
They do what they can, I do what I want
Let's move it along, the point of this song
I think you doin' fine all the
Time, drop a fuckin' bomb, nigga Vietnam
On my mom with my hand to God
So my hand's on my fuckin' chest
But you didn't notice
Niggas hang around like we didn't notice
Niggas can't help me but they want a selfie
Cause their girl is a fan
And they really love us?
Know behind closed doors
You fuck with the kid or you still
Not sure? Be a man about it
Don't talk your shit and
Shake hands about it
Be a man, I doubt it, I don't know

I've been grindin' my whole life