I'm the last of a dying breed
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Meaning that I'm not afraid to try new things
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Can't see me best to get yourself some Visine
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Toe tag a motherfucker no jokes, while these other niggas wakka wakka
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Other rappers try and go and get over
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You want that hood shit best to go and call Hova
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I was a good kid, backpack on my shoulder
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98 test score in my Thundercat folder
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My cousin was older
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My momma used to wake up
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Drive me to a school cause the school was much safer
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But I slipped up and accidentally told a teacher
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Now I'm going to a school where I get beat up because
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I ain't get down with them other kids
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Probably cause I talk too white and I got a dad who's there
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Momma couldn't take it, sold the place and got us out of there
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Guest room, now the six of us splitting one with a restroom
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Now I'm going to this school called Rock Ridge
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School of the neighborhood we tryna buy a house in
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There's not a lot of black kids
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So I stick out like a sore thumb with some bad acne, but really
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What I wanna know is why I never fit in right
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Like a fat dude getting on a packed flight
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Even when I make friends in the hallways
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I'm wishing I was someone else always
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But I'm happy that that shit happened to me
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Cause it taught me most important is to do me
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Cause everybody hates you till they love you
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Facebook niggas same niggas that would shove you
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Cause nobody was jocking my style
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I had a high voice, they called me faggot eight mile
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So I stopped writing for a very long time
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Thinkin' that a nigga wasn't made to bust rhymes
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And this next part, sounds like nonsense
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But I swear to God, Tina Fey gave me confidence
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Taught me everything that is good comes from honesty
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Everybody's got a voice, you just gotta follow it
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She on a role model shit
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From the day that I shook her hand
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I knew that I'd never die a broke man
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So I could try this rapping shit out again
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The game need change, I'm a part of it
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People tell me I should spit under Donald Glover
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But I try to keep my real name undercover
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Cause if you hear my name, then you think it's jokes
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And I can't go for that, nigga Hall and Oates
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My nigga stay down like a winter coat
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I rap about my life not "I'm On A Boat"
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Cause this joke rap shit's gotten out of hand
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Only ones who do it well's Lonely Island
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Save the raps about your cat, I am not a fan
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Leave the joke raps alone, man I'm working here
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I do not play around with this bullshit
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I am different, call it new shit
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Labels want me to hurry and cash my check in
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But I keep my shit free till the last possible second
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Cause God knows that I don't need the money
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You get your clothes free when you rich, ain't it funny?
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But this limelight burn like a motherfuck
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I wanna call my dad crying but I hang up
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Cause I don't want him to worry, he's got his own shit
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So I send him a check and tell him to hold it
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If anything ever happens want you to know this
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I always took the time to smell the roses
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And wherever I am, I am doing fine
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I'm here for a good, not a long, time
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The Last
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Childish Gambino |