God Save The Villain

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino] Okay Money ain't a thing except for like always Used to make a stack and have to split that shit four ways Eatin' a cheese croquette Beer garden these bitches Flow wasabi lie to me Feeling so Sid Vicious Woke up and did dishes Nigga that's my dirty work Back when white kids would say "not" Nerd Alert I would watch Carmen Sandiego and get my feelings hurt I wanna do that man Hard like a lap dance Call a lady friend and get that head like a CAT scan Hit the blue dream CPR my smoke 'Bino not your favorite rapper cause your favorite rapper broke He a joke dude Why you fucking with him let me coach you Its the eyebrow nigga with the fucked up hair And we drink brown liquor at the compound with the lights down And her nightgown is nothing so I'm fucking Right? Sometimes I'm in the middle of that shit and I'm like "This is what I wanted" Fuck I must be blunted Was that out loud we want hunnit Is that shit straight? Gambino more childish than a kid's play Instead of an ashtray I use your mixtape With my nigga EAE then we gotta be [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot] Stop the fussing I am a glutton Motherfucking your discussions I rap with substance Alcoholic drinks We assemble 3D 'Bino D-von I am Buh-Buh Ray Fuck another match I wrestle cats with wisdom everyday Part of the game is missing Never could fall a victim but I fixed it Switch positions to assist myself Passes to the glass Not pasteurizing the past But milking it for its worth Now pastors are on my ass I keep that shorty around like the merry go Fuck her like a gigolo Drink until my liver gone And bambam like I'm Bigolo Trees up in a bong Double D's up in her bra In the hood we spit them verses while the white boys play guitar I'm so un raw and never go off Incredible feats a nigga is beast I'm just making the beats I never unleashed the lion though I'm trying to Your heart is still with Zion too Find that solitude but only rapper niggas I include Intellect not the instrument Fuck the world I got the biggest dick Take you on this ego trip Pack your bags popping tags A woman is not a shopping bag she just shops at Saks I fill her with my juice now shes loose and on on my slacks So what is all this Better get up off it And proceed with caution Dream killers we making them nauseous Putting them in these coffins Forever dumping never sweating records If your records represent your resting place this is the grave That Heaven made