Childish Gambino - We Ain’t Them lyrics

Pickin' out my fro with my fist comb
I got a tab at the Stone baby, this long
My little brother was havin'
A little trouble
I hope that he doesn't care
That it's in this song koreatown lunchin'
Talkin' 'bout how to run things
He said Atlanta wanted somethin'
Waka, Jeezy
And Future got the streets locked down
Copycats making sure TIP keep that crown
I'm fucking 'round with the truth
Went to see The Roots
Quest brought me back on stage in a suit
I went hard 'cause niggas say that I'm soft
Even Black Thought thought
I'm aiming a little hard, I gotta be honest
Feelin' like the other stuff
Is kinda behind us
Makin' jokes here and there done
Got us some dollars
I'm tryna show the whole world what it
Is and it ain't a game
He said, "Homie, stay the course
Ain't shit changed
Weird night, and everybody was tipsy
Hangin' out with Questlove
Reminiscing 'bout Whitney he like, "Man
We can't even make it to 50?!"
That reminds me
I sent a long text message to my mom and pop
I got the same speech when I left 30 Rock
My mom like
"Why you wanna leave a good job?"
My dad like, "Do your thing, boy
Don't stop" shout out to my nigga Lud
Shout out to my nigga Swank
For hanging at the crib and
Telling me what you think
Speak from your heart and never
Compromise what you feel's real
And never let these white people
Tell you how to feel
Never let anybody tell you how to feel
I wanted what they had back
In the fourth grade
Family vacays, you know I did it all
Just to see my lil' sis by a waterfall
My great granddad bought his own freedom
Walk barefoot to Virginia to start
His own peanut farm
So don't be alarmed, man, I'm royalty
Jam of the week, V103 no cosign, no bovine
More swag, pull back on the punchlines
Starving, every track means lunchtime
Huh, I'm a star, how could I not shine
Fuckboys chase hype and scrat chicks
And niggas who stopped texting after 16
DG Lover ain't nothin' to fuck wit'
D-Money ain't nothin' to fuck wit'
And what's a leader if he isn't reluctant?
Too bad for y'all, I'm blastin' off
I'm not Asher Roth
I don't sleep on my bread
Dick riders stay close, I might flash a ball
Sometimes, all this shit make
A nigga feel guilty
I used to sleep with them roaches
Back of my mind though
I hope the show gets canceled
Maybe then I can focus
Hawaii touch down, go ahead baby
Put your shades on
East Side! East Side to the gravestone!
Brown liquor, but my girl in Bed-Stuy
Nigga, you got drive like a sale at Best Buy
Ugh hold up, hold up, we can do better
Put my voice on the track, man
That shit is much wetter
At the studio at 8 AM, hit the booth then eat
Nigga, we ain't them, nigga, we ain't them!
Drop a line, it's your Facebook status
Said that shit about a week ago
You still mad at us
If there's something on your chest, nigga
Let it out 'Cause I'm the best, da da da