Tell Me

Tell Me Lyrics

[Intro: heems]
Rap rap, ahaha
Rap rap, ahaha
Hip-hop rap, ahaha
Rap, yo

[Heems]
I'm a soldier, I'm a mastermind
Flashing in the flashiest fashions that the masters buy
Passersby passing me asking me if they can match this fly
Maybe with a mastercard, ask this guy

[Childish gambino]
I got a rush card, so I gotta stunt hard
Rush limballin' while I'm listenin' to tune yards
Baby put your shoes on, we gon' turn the club out
Dammit I broke my foot again, I might have to sub out
Nostalgia, ultra, you hang with vultures
Nigga we eatin' good like we oprah's roaches
Buenos noches

[Heems]
Buenos dias
Frida khalo, papas fritas
We eatin' good so they think we free masons
I'm about my paper like wb mason
I'm about my paper like a staples or an office max
Never have to off a cap, makin' money off of rap
He went from potential abortion stat
To the cat that pay his mama's mortgage cash
Lookin' fancy in a foreign flash
Chammomele tea that we pour with splash

[Childish gambino]
Yeah, remember frutopia? that sh*t was delicious
But snapple came back around and put 'em out of business
Um, that's a snapple fact, used to eat apple jacks
That's that heems rhyme that I'm usin' for this battle rap
Still got love for you, nothin' like them other dudes
I am fly, you hudson news
Leave mcs with cuts and bruise
Comfortable like huxtables, but f**k eating my vegetables

[Heems]
Yo, how come they don't sell batteries on the train no more?
I guess it's cause the ipod came out
I guess it's cause the ipod came out
Yeah, I'm fresher than samantha, strange man
Aguala catch me up in walhala, I'll holla
I put snapple in vitamin water for two bucks
Pepsi came and bought it, for nothin' like what the f**k?
I'm from national wholesale liquidators
Rock bottom, odd lot and all the haters
Does benihana even sell wontons?
Donald just put me on a bonton

[Childish gambino]
Yes I did man, I goddamn did
I'm five foot ten, I might just win
I'm tryin' not to die like them
Laid out in the street like mr. hooper, nigga
I remember havin' to eat two scoops for dinner
But it's all good, post obama and post ye
Three six got an oscar, it's all okay
Man, I beg your pardon, trayvon martin
Atlanta is my home, but we treated like martians
I used to be a square like a marlboro carton
Like, niggas wasn't callin' me nigga like last week
Only nigga in some liquor brown pants as we speak
Yeah, gambino say it twice, atm machine, nawmean?