we ain't them
childish gambino
picking out my fro with my fist comb
i got a tab at the stone baby
my little brother was having a little trouble
i hope that he doesn't care that it's in this song
talking 'bout how to run things
he said atlanta wanted something
and future got the streets locked down
copycats making sure tip keep that crown
you fucking 'round with the truth
quest brought me back on stage in a suit
i wear it hard cause niggas say that i'm soft
even black thought thought i made it a little hard
feeling like the other stuff is kinda behind us
making 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
weird night and everybody was tipsy
hanging out with questlove reminiscing 'bout whitney