Текст песни «Childish Gambino - Dream Southern/Hospitality/Partna Dem»

I had a dream I run Atlanta, and I was on every radio station
And 107. 9 was 97. 5 again
And they played me at Golden Glod on Friday
And they played me real loud on the street, we drive up Memorial Drive
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I'd bring back turner and field, I fire at all the cops in cobb county
Chick fill reopen open my Sundays, I bring back La face Records, Freaklin
Elie lead, Lou. I got Crickets some Spellman girls with big booties
I reopen Sitrek, strippers will get Mother's day off
And I'd have my own gangsta grillz mixtape

This is what we waiting for, and that beat that we trust
Royalty is forever, dj drama it's forever

I ain't no snitch, cops I don't trust 'me
I ain't no b***h, all I do is run
I ain't no snitch, cops I don't trust 'me
I ain't no b***h, all I do is run
n***a I was stunin', keep that s**t a hunnid
If it ain't about the money then it's not up for discussion
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I ain't no snitch, cops I don't trust 'me
I ain't no b***h, all I do is run
n***a I was stunin', keep that s**t a hunnid
If it ain't about the money then it's not up for discussion
If it ain't about progress, ain't about success
Why this n***a suspect?
You ain't seen yet
I'mma f**k the game so hard like Tiffany
n****s takin' shots, I'm like n***a don't tempt me
I see what you make, yeah them shows out
But you doing clubs and I'm doing like all out, things
Why the hell he rapping if all out sync
Royalty the movement, we all out kings for real,
we on a mission
We are not friends, n***a this is business
Girl this my dream, ain't no split decisions
Watch me cut this b***h off, I'mma need some scissors
Mamma in the kitchen, hot sauce on them chickens
I was always spittin', just that no one else was listening
Got your girl and now we kissin'
She attracted to my vision
Now she see what she was missin'
Now she acting lil different
Telling you should need some distance
Yeah come on over, we can talk about it
Now this n***a mad, yeah he thought about it
But he don't really want it
Seem me on her stomach
That's a second coming, Jesus
Flow so genius, can't low key this
Puffin' on a swisher like a ho smoke p****
They want me Uncle Remus
But I'm just flexin' on 'em

But I like it cuz it's not low bout what you know, but who you know
Royalty my partner them
No one else might partner them
Stay strapped with that arsenal
These n****s winnin', it's hard to tell
Move on, we about to take over
Slide up in them dms, her n***a didn't even notice, I'm focused
Yeah I'm the man of the hour, play me on power
Play me on hot, n***a I'm hot, n***a don't stop
Feel so cold put a cherry on top
Haters so mad, he ain't even know why, probably all the autonomy
f**k all your feelings, I'm proud of me, head was so good it's psychology
God damn, I'm just being who I am
From this weird a** little kid to this ballin' a** grown man this beat is going so ham, blow and been since Novem'
Chain been burr since Novem', that means cold, I'm just sayin', we ain't playin'
If your man don't wanna lick it I volunteer as tribute
You n****s on them hunger games, I eat them O's like onion rings
I kill em hoes so constantly
I ain't even gotta sugar coat it
See them titties, wanna motorboat it
I'm dopa liscious like spottie ottie
Y'all don't know me, run the world
Turnin' up like that little girl whose like
Turn up
Tell them n****s it's tax season
Atlanta Georgia, that's black Sweden
I'm such a martyr, die for the game
I'm such a martyr I'm runnin' trains like uuh, yeah
Feel that s**t, feel that s**t
Let me hear it