Black Faces Lyrics - Royalty - Childish Gambino

Turn that beat up for me 

Really everything, like the headphones 

Yeah, yeah, a little bit louder 

No punch, you know that mean that we workin' hard 

Look, young rich n*gga sh*t, pops was an immigrant 

Lifestyle illegit, but know I own businesses 

Started out the trunk, ended up at the dealership 

All gold Rollie, black face no blemishes 

Legend in my city cause I grind so vigorous 

If I show my face west of Texas, that's a big event 

Gotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me vent 

I'm really out here on some sh*t, you should take a flick 

Ballin' on my own ten toes, so the difference is 

I call shots never ask for permission, man 

I got a lot of big plans in my vision and 

I ain't failed yet, 'bout a dollar hell yes 

I'm a problem, failed test, it's only getting worse 

I swear I'm getting money, I just hope you gettin' yours 

I'm killin' n*ggas solo so you know I'm gettin' more 

Now that young Gambino on the , go 

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This is for that real sh*t, this is for that East side 

This is for my bad girls, this is for them good guys 

This is for my grandma, this is for that West side 

This is for them n*ggas talkin' sh*t on a website 

Damn I feel good, you ain't feelin' nothin' 

This is for my n*ggas who be livin' dime a dozen 

Bino got that good sh*t, Nipsey got them aces 

On some young rich sh*t, Kennedys with black faces 

Yeah, black faces 

My Rollie so racist, all black faces 

Obama on that million dollar bill, black faces 

Yeah, n*gga, black faces 

Look, yo I got this 

Yo, turn, turn it up a little 

Ay, here we go, okay 

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League of my own, swag Geena Davis 

Only rapper make 100k on your playlist 

My Rollie so racist, all black faces 

We the new, face it, kill 'em like Jason 

Grind in my sleep man a n*gga need braces 

Wonder what you feelin' like, used to be the nervous type 

They ain't mention Bino? Man that sh*t must be on purpose, right? 

Hostile, n*gga my style 

Kind of flow to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell 

I don't eat pasta, everything is low-carb 

I don't fly coach now, say I fly Goyard 

Leave a face covered in that coast guard 

Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell 'em the truth 

M Fox to my people on some family ties 

Magazines got black faces when somebody dies 

I mean look at Donna Summers, she was tryin' to survive 

People wrestle over petty cash 

When we should be really cryin' over that one percent 

Like we tipped a milk glass 

F*ck y'all, I'ma let my grandkids ball 

Look to the future, these dudes so last week 

See me stuntin' so Conde Nasty 

Me and Nipsey on some grown sh*t, no rent 

Own sh*t, so Jim Crow sh*t, black faces 

Ay, n*gga, black faces 

Black faces 

That's royalty, n*gga