[Hook: MC Chris]
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I am the awesome, you see me flossin
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Watch me walk, upon ,your face
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Make that incision, I leave you itchin
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just to join, my mon-ster race
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Say I'm just messin, yeah well I'm pissed
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that I can't keep, an e-ven key
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You think you know me, but you can blow me
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cause you don't, know how, I feel
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[Childish Gambino]
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It's Childish Gambino ho - what you know about that?
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Niggaz 'fraid to go outside, they some house cats
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Cause if they see me, they might have to act right
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I'm livin life right, like I got a past life
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Boy I got a flashlight, check my fuckin hoodie skin
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Like God was makin light and threw my hoodie in
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Bambi, naw nigga that's my pseudonym
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Call me Elroy, nigga we some hooligans
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And just in case I keep a million in the glove box
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Blast this shit from in your car to make the hood rock
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Ice cold, bright colors like a juice pop
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And if you try to touch my shit I'll make your juice pop
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Yes I get a two spot just for fuckin showin up
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Boy it's me, TNT, boy I'm blowin up
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Nigga throw it up, noy I am the awesome
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Call me Elroy or Mr. Hey-How-Much-It-Cost-Him
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[Chorus]
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[MC Chris]
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Okay!!! Rackin 'em, stackin 'em, packin these parlors
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Gettin these, beatin these hoes like Carver
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Whittle like cardboard, steady like barbers
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I'm back and forth from the front to the starboard
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Back up Marlin, it's only a suit
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Like high torch cause he ain't get the boot
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Like fly gossip, birds in the zoo
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Cause the underground sound I'm reiteratin through
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Once I'm in the mad loop, what a real man do
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With a cannibalistic crew, when they runnin on the loose
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Can't handle the truth, like a fart to a scoop
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Put my hand on the mic and my mind on the loot
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Crime to duke, ridin away
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I'm a dick snub that you bothered to say
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I get krunk then the car pull away
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Now don't get sick got the shit on spray, okay?
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[Chorus]
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The Awesome
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Childish Gambino |