Letra de Yoshinoya - Childish Gambino

That's my brother, don't you know it?

I stuck around like Yoshinoya

Stone Mountain, Redan, DeKalb, Sequoia

This my life, I must enjoy it

This my life, they bussin' for it

We don't hold back, we must move forward

Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy

Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it

I put your boy in the seat, you got your biz in the streets

I wash my hands when I eat, I never handled a key

I don't know no one BD, but they dependent on me

Niggas don't know where I'm at, I found your house on a app

People around you ain't slatt, they plottin' hard when you slack

They got a gun in your back

This who you trust when you sleepin' at night

I'm in the mirror, I see what I like

It is what it is, I'm right when I'm right

Fuck with my kids, you fuck with your life

You fuckin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' my wife

AK not silent like knife, think he won't do it, I might

I gotta do what I like, I gotta—

That's my brother, don't you know it?

Soup à l'oignon from Yoshinoya

Stone Mountain, Redan, Dekalb, Sequoia

This my life, I must enjoy it

This my life, they busting for it

We don't hold back, we must move forward

Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy

Niggas is fake, I won't ig—

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, got the music

Boom, boom, got the music, boom, boom, got the music

Got the music, boom, boom, boom, boom, got the music

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

This is a code red for old heads who never liked my short shorts and PRO-Keds

Been a minute since he had to fit it on the notepad

I was busy buildin' up the life that niggas don't have

Told me that the money make you lonely, it ain't so bad

Niggas' jokes are so dad but haven't seen they son in a month

Sold some Apple stock to buy a farm, I needed to stunt

I told him take the backend points, he wanted to front

Now his career's in a blunt

These rappers cosplay, the industry Comic-Con

The industry evil, people, me and Fam got a trauma bond

Drive like the Autobahn

Integrity whore, say what I mean, apologize if I didn't, or clarify if it's written in stone

Freak it and leave it alone, give it time

Let the truth come to light, let 'em catch up

Niggas peepin' like "Damn, he was right"

Rather have my foot on they neck than they hand on a mic

Rather die a good man with a bad wife

These niggas almost fifty, and they dressin' like a hypebeast

Used to get the peach milkshake and add the eight-piece

White boy throwin' dirt on my name for the thinkpiece

Checks off, death, murder, and pain leave you empty

I curse you with that knowledge

Put they hands on a woman for the clout, but said I'm wildin'

Death before dishonor, on my mom, like Keke Palmer

I'm allergic to the drama, you saw me and Tyler

I'm allergic to this rap shit

Made a song, but spent more time writin' the caption

I'm an actor, you can put that on set, I'm about that action

My tweets all lowercase, I saw these niggas cappin'

My homegirl said you a stalker, so we ain't dappin'

I ain't see you, man, what happened?

Man, the blog era over, takin' all our stars

My favorite spot was 'bout to close, so I made some calls

Bitch nigga, eat a dick and doggy-bag the balls

Got the music, got the music, got the music, boom, boom

Got the music, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom, got the— got the— got the— got the—

Hold up, he gon' get this work

Innocent face

How do we change with more understanding?

You've never heard of Chaka Khan?

What are they teaching you in school?

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