Songtext Yoshinoya Childish Gambino

Yoshinoya

That's my brother, don't you know it?
I stuck around like Yoshinoya
Stone Mountain read and the caster cord
This my life, I must enjoy it
This my life, they bus it for it
We don't hold back, we must go forward
Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy
Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it

I put your boy in the seat
You got your bis' in the streets
I wash my hands when I eat
I don't wanna handle the key
I don't know no one BD
But they dependent' on me
Niggas don't know where I'm at
I find your house on the app
People around you ain't slatt
They plottin' hard when you slatt
They got a gun in your back
This who you trust you sleepin' at night
I look in the mirror I see what I like
It is what it is, I'm right when I'm right
Fuck with my kids, you fuck with your life
You fuckin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' my wife
AK not silent like knife
Think he won't do it, I might
I gotta do what I like
I gotta, that's my word

That's my brother, don't you know it?
[?] from Yoshinoya
Stone Mountain read and the caster cord
This my life, I must enjoy it
This my life, they bus it for it
We don't hold back, we must go forward
Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy
Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it

This is a code red for old heads
Who never liked my short shorts and [?]
Been a minute since he had to fit it on the notepad
I was busy buildin' up the life that niggas don't have
Told me that money make you lonely, it ain't so bad
Niggas jokes are so dad
They haven't seen their son in a month
Sold some apple stock to buy a farm, I needed to stunt
I told 'em take the back end points, he wanted to front
Now his career's in a blunt
These rappers cosplay, the industry Comic-Con
The industry evil people, me and fam' gotta trauma bond
Drive like the Autobot
Integrity whore, say what I mean
Apologize if I didn't, or clarify
If it's written in stone
Freak it and leave it alone
Give it time, let the truth come to light
Let 'em catch up
Niggas peepin' like, damn, he was right
Rather have my foot on their neck than they hand on the mic'
Rather die a good man with a bad wife
These niggas almost sticked me and they're dressin' like a hype beast
Used to get the peach milkshake and add the eight-piece
White boy throwin' dirt on my name for the faint peace
Checks off, death, murder, and pain, leave you empty
I curse you with that knowledge
Put they hands on a woman for the clout but said I'm wildin'
Death before the sauna
On my mom like Keke Palmer
I'm allergic to the drama, you saw me and Tyler
I'm allergic to this rap shit
Made a song, but spent more time writin' the caption
I'm an actor, you can put that on set
I'm about that action
My tweets all lower case I saw these niggas cappin'
My homegirl said we a stalker, so I ain't dappin'
I ain't see you, man, what happened?
Man, the blog era overtakin' all our stars
My favorite spot was 'bout to close, so I made some calls
Bitch nigga, eat a dick and doggy bag of balls

You've never heard of Chaka Khan?
What are they teaching you in school?