So Much Better

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino] I’m cooler than an ice cube, yeah I’m rude ‘Bout to get your head sliced, yeah I’m nice And you ‘bout to pay the price Like The Price Is Right, but I’m not Bob Barker Yes, I get down like I’m Charlie Parker Meaning that I’m musically inclined If you try to get with mine I’m about to blow yo head back Get another bullet and I spray bullet (bullet) And I spray back, pop, pop, click, click (drop, drop) down Now they lookin’ for your body like all over the town Niggas, my name Gambini, I used to be clean Now I’m dirty martini, ‘cause this boy met world like Feeny These niggas make wishes like genie [Hook: Childish Gambino] Nigga you know how we do Latinos, black people, and gringos This money stained my fingers like Cheetos Blast it out your speakers like credo ‘Cause I can barely hold it all in like Speedos These niggas got a lot of nerve These niggas got a lot of sneaks And all these skinny bitches busy shop at Anthropologie Who you tryin’ to be? I’mma take my girls to BIM and treat ‘em like a VIP Because I am a G, ugh (G, ugh) I start the party like Chex Mix Put it in your house like Netflix Beef, nigga, it’s what’s for breakfast Y’all niggas got beef with this kid Y’all niggas’ punks and stay punks like the Misfits I'm way off in the distance Y’all done lost the race like McCain But like McCain, you used to be cool but now you lame It’s hard to maintain ain’t it? Because I am so much better (than before) My swag is so sick, you might catch it I’m tired of fuckin’ ‘round with little kids like I’m Brad Pitt These little kids need to play in traffic ‘Cause all they words make a nigga giggle like Mad Libs I’m hot like an attic in the summer And girls scream “Sick Boi” like we know each other But we don’t know each other, you ain’t my fucking brother We need to separate like organic peanut butter My lightsaber flashing, my kneecaps ashy And girls of the world used to walk right past me Now I hang with girls like my girl Kate Perry I might have to marry Kate like my name Ashley These rappers don’t know what they up against They can’t see a nigga like my names Snuffleupagus If you don’t like my shit, why the fuck you bumpin’ this? I am so much better (than before) You better get it clean good ‘cause this the last straw And break inside house and leave your gas on Nigga, we NASA, ‘cause we ‘bout to blast off Go in the bathroom, we see you peein’ like I’m Shasta McNasty Get it? UPN? Shasta McNasty? Nigga, I’m a master And I’m fucking plastered I don’t need a fucking beat for this, I can make my shit up While I go here’s the part that I’m about to show ya I’m the best ‘cause I gotta The devil wears Prada And he’s got a boom boom like Welcome Back, Kotter Leave your guy like Madonna Got cheese like frittata, green ensalada Got ya, mama Most rappers want the drama, but I don’t want the drama I just want a quiet night down at Benihana I rap ‘cause I gotta Dude’s got nada I make ‘em all proud like my middle name Obama