American Royalty Lyrics - Royalty - Childish Gambino

[Featuring: RZA and Hypnotic Brass Ensemble] 

[Intro: RZA] 

Digital. Childish Gambino 

Mixtape demonstrations 

[Verse 1: RZA] 

This Oxycontin carbon monox' and toxic concoction 

Collapse your brain cells, they swell from lack of oxygen 

Leave the opposition stuck, without a pot to piss in 

Hocking, spitting up blood, shark by sharp precision 

Dart incision, darkness imparts your vision 

Sparks infliction, (poof) I'm a mad magician 

Double plasma, verbal scatter, globe will shatter 

Every atom in your body, now you antimatter 

Ripping through the data, checked into the doctor 

Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's faster 

You falling down to ground, while I climb the ladder 

Too much garbage in your gallbladder, fall flatter 

On your face, now you carry by the pall-bearer 

Or wear the black suit, eyes all teared up 

Oh no, when your ho make a boss lit up 

We in the rib with a smirk nigga, all geared up 

Childish Gambino or Bobby Digi'lino on the tracks 

We breaking more backs that Sammartino, Bruno 

We saw more baselines than Juno 

Change more law in New York than Mr. Cuomo 

Godfather novels I write like Mario Puzo 

Master time fix the clocks like I'm Hugo 

Hold the weight like nine sumos 

Bust shots like John Lugo 

You know how the Wu go 

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[Verse 2: Childish Gambino] 

Look sharp, homie give yourself a face lift 

High brow, eyebrows on a spaceship 

Take sips of that Ace of Spades-es 

Saving all my money just to waste on a bracelet 

Can't see them haters, we don't give a fuck though 

Charge it to the game, keep a lame so cutthroat 

Never slip a fast one, the game is so in front of me 

Travel 'round the globe, spend a nigga 'bout a 100 G's 

Pack them crowds up, boss like Bowser 

Deep pocket poetry, my custom trousers 

Thank God they found us, the game was starvin' 

I'm clean and concrete, you ass and Charmin 

Bobby Digital, Do you really think these niggas know shit? 

Shopping in Manhattan and I ran into my old chick 

Pride is a bitch. I am not a grown up 

Tweetin' when I'm 70, these half-dead followers 

She look like she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra 

Put her in the club, all she wanna hear is Waka 

Put her in the crib, all she wanna hear is Waka 

She jerk when I move like her old boy popped her 

Home is that Outkast, soul like Phonte 

Old-school J's like Beyonce's fiance 

Back on on my dumb shit, nigga we the stupidest 

Gave them niggas real shit, don't know what to do it 

I did what I did man, did you see it though? 

'Bino hard and fast, niggas sweet and low 

American Royalty, family loyalty 

We cream of the crop why the fuck would we stop? 

She had two sons: Both of 'em good grades 

Both of 'em rap songs 

Where did she go wrong? 

Nowhere mama, we just go where the money at 

Black Kennedy, where the fuck you niggas at? 

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