Lyrics: Childish Gambino. Bitch, Look At Me Now (Two Weeks).

I do not talk, I am just a rapper

Sick boy I make moves like a chess piece
And I move real quick like Nestle
Let me make it clear for a second like Pepsi
I was never worried 'bout my wallet being empty
'Cause when it was empty I was still happy
Walkin' with my walkman, freestyle rappin'
Highschool bullies like, "What the fuck happened?
Nigga off the hook like I fuckin' shot the captain"
And this is me relaxing, rapping is my hobby
I did this in my bedroom where I separate my laundry
Watchin' old episodes of Shining Time Station
You are now listening to my mouth on vacation
Why you doin' this? What's your motivation?
I am just a rapper, I don't need the paper
No Will Smith, went off without a hitch, man
C-H-I-L-D is the ISH, man
Do sixteen bars no wristband
I'll always be childish, call me Maggie Simpson
Run the track like my tongue's an olympian
I've always been this good, you just weren't listenin'

Imma try to make my street cred stack up
I mean I'm rappin' over Grizzly Bear, what the fuck?
Gather swagger up before I take it all
You started rappin' when you wasn't good at basketball
I started rapping 'cause I fuckin' need some Adderall
I can't do one thing I'm just too good
I can't do one thing I am Tiger Woods
I make your iPod hotter than a lighter would
Picture me in sixth grade, overweight, overbite
Got my fake Adidas on, whiting out the fourth stripe
Kid named Vincent got it out for me, I hate that guy
Frodo from Chicago, really small and shy
You better recognize 'cause I'm no better now
'Cause I was always sick, my life's a hospital
And that's some funny shit, that turd is Apatow
That female dog is blind? Well bitch, look at me now

I'm wearin' tight jeans and nobody's laughin'
More pussy than recycled sanitary napkins
Bitch sittin' shotgun in my Tracy Chapman
I did exactly what you niggas said would never happen
I'm doin' be so big I can hardly walk
These rappers need ER like they're Charlie Park
Stay hard like my suit made my Tony Stark
This kinda music make your balls drop, Dick Clark
Yes I'm grown and sexy, and I'm worth the wait
Girls act like I'm the only dude on earth to date
Put these words on your head and let them percolate
We need to separate, new church and state

I used to have to pay for gas in my momma's Saturn
And now I'm paying for a mortgage as a working actor
If living my life is what you say you're chasing after,
Nigga stop talkin' shit and just be a rapper