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Featuring Childish Gambino [Intro: Heems] Rap rap, ahaha Rap rap, ahaha Hip-hop rap, ahaha Rap, yo [Heems] I'm a soldier, I'm a mastermind Flashing in the flashiest fashions that the masters buy Passersby passing me asking me if they can match this fly Maybe with a mastercard, ask this guy [Childish Gambino] I got a rush card, so I gotta stunt hard Rush Limballin' while I'm listenin' to tune yards Baby put your shoes on, we gon' turn the club out Dammit I broke my foot again, I might have to sub out Nostalgia, Ultra, you hang with vultures Nigga we eatin' good like we Oprah's roaches Buenos noches [Heems] Buenos dias Frida Khalo, papas fritas Letras de cancionesWe eatin' good so they think we Free Masons I'm about my paper like WB Mason I'm about my paper like a Staples or an Office Max Never have to off a cat, makin' money off of rap He went from potential abortion stat To the cat that pay his mama's mortgage cash Lookin' fancy in a foreign flash Chammomele tea that we pour with splash [Childish Gambino] Yeah, remember Frutopia? That shit was delicious But Snapple came back around and put 'em out of business Um, that's a Snapple fact, used to eat Apple Jacks That's that Heems rhyme that I'm usin' for this battle rap Still got love for you, nothin' like them other dudes I am fly, you Hudson News Leave MCs so cut and bruised Comfortable like Huxtables, but fuck eating my vegetables [Heems] Yo, how come they don't sell batteries on the train no more? I guess it's cause the iPod came out I guess it's cause the iPod came out Yeah, I'm fresher than Samantha, strange man Aguala catch me up in Walhala, I'll holla I put Snapple in Vitamin Water for two bucks Pepsi came and bought it, for nothin' like what the fuck? I'm from National Wholesale Liquidators Rock bottom, Odd Lot and all the haters Does Benihana even sell wontons? Donald just put me on a bonton [Childish Gambino] Yes I did man, I goddamn did I'm five foot ten, I might just win I'm tryin' not to die like them Laid out in the street like Mr. Hooper, nigga I remember havin' to eat two scoops for dinner But it's all good, post Obama and post Ye Three Six got an Oscar, it's all okay Man, I beg your pardon, Trayvon Martin Atlanta is my home, but we treated like Martians I used to be a square like a Marlboro carton Like, niggas wasn't callin' me nigga like last week Only nigger in some nigger brown pants as we speak Yeah, Gambino say it twice, ATM machine, nawmean? From Letras Mania