[Intro: Childish Gambino & Peter Rosenberg]
You know what I'm talkin' bout
What is that? Are you DJ'ing over there?
Just a little loopy-loop
Okay
For the streets
For the streets, uh, ha, let me see what I got
Uh, uh-no-no-no, yeah, Rosenberg, umm
I've been grindin' my whole life, n***a
I've been grindin' my whole life, Rosenberg
I've been grindin' my whole life, fam
Yeah, let me see, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Stuntin' on the low so they feel better
Damn, why they hatin' on a real n***a?
East side Atlanta where they kill n***as
I was in a coma but I stayed with ya
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 fitty
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 shh 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 never 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
N***a, 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 n***as up in Onyx gettin' shitfaced
He just dropped a mixtape, she got so excited
Took her to a Clippers game, these n***as 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 n***as overdose
I hope you n***as 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 dem boys

[Interlude: Childish Gambino & Peter Rosenberg]
Yo, I've been grindin' my whole life, n***a
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I'm just sayin' I'm grindin' my whole life, n***a
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Yo I got some more, I got some more
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Go in!
I'll-I'm-I'mma try and go in
Uh, um

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Motha-fuckin' right, we the n***as huffin' OG
In the club tryna keep it low key, she was all on my D
Then we fell out of it
'Cause I'm never really there and she tired of it
Real n***a shit, real love, real pain, real intimate
These n***as so scared, I'm killin' it
These n***as so scared, I'm killin' it
So serious, gave the wrong young n***as money
They gave the wrong young n***as money
Gave the wrong young n***as money
Schoolin' these n***as, got so many zeros they think I'm a dummy
Unlike these other n***as, man I'm really from Atlanta
This dark-skinned art student with light-skinned advantage
I'm ahead of my time, online messiah
Who spits so much fire that you a God-damned liar
If you say he ain't hot, numbers don't lie
N***as do though, when they say he ain't cold
N***as 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 n***a 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 n***as switch jerseys when your team lost
And yet it's bitch move n***a, 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, n***a Vietnam
On my mom with my hand to God
So my hand's on my fuckin' chest
But you didn't notice
N***as hang around like we didn't notice
N***as can't help me but they want a selfie
'Cause they girl is a fan and they really love us?
No 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

[Outro: Peter Rosenberg & Childish Gambino
Childish Gambino, HOT 97, um
Shared a lot of things there
Yeah, I meant 'em though
Are you done, you got everything off your chest?
'Cause you l-you look, y-your eyes are still wandering, so I don't wanna seal all that emotion
I think I s-yeah, I said, I'm l-I said everything I need to say, yeah, yeah