Artist: Childish Gambino f/ Bun B
Album:  Royalty
Song:   R.I.P.
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Ludwig Göransson]
Oh, this is the idea where you're doing, like, one piece of artwork per track
(That's dope)

[Bun B]
Late ass nights come from long days
Doin all the right things in the wrong ways
Doin all the wrong shit for the right reasons
Sprinklin midnight game, call it night seasonin
Haters get salty give 'em cholesterol
Trill O.G., mop up the floor with the best of y'all
Then dry that bitch off with the rest of y'all
And catch a flight to Rio de Janeiro for la festival
Yeah, and that's word to fit a baldy
Ball hard like it's cement inside of my Spalding
And I'll break your face with a no-look pass
Now back to your parkin lot pimp with your little hook ass
I use harsh words cause these are hard times
And trill-ass people, nowadays they're such a hard find
So it's one eye open if I could peep 'em
And one on the scope when they frontin so I can sleep 'em
Man, my flow is so parabolic
The energy'll blow you over even if you're brolic
Goddamn it, now that's one for the Googlers
that fell sleep on they desk and never step they noodle up
Takin lames out never been new to us
The hardest part of this shit is figurin which of you to bust
Then step your weight up like GNC
And R.I.P. to Chris Luda reppin CNC
Straight G

[Chorus 2X: cut-n-scratched sample of "Nightcall" by Kavinsky]
There's somethin inside you
It's hard to explain
They're talking about you boy
But you're still the same

[Childish Gambino]
Yo, rest in peace to them niggaz who was dead wrong
Toni Braxton to them niggaz, that's a +Sad Song+
+Cry a River+ Timberlake the whole industry
Record the whole album in my living room in Italy
Niggaz who wasn't feelin me secretly want a handout
Keep your mouth shut, I can probably help your man out
Drop a new stack all lames get to steppin
Drop a new track all blogs go to heaven
Kill the web, man these niggas need they hits up
Kiss her neck, add a dime to the tip cup
She is not slut, fuck a dude who says so
Just because she's fuckin doesn't mean she ain't a lady
Kill the whole stage, I never needed a mic check
Semen on my spacebar, fuckin tired of Skype sex
Runnin with a new breed, me and Bun B
This hip-hop nation, that big country
Nigga please! We ain't stop for no one
Wu-Tang Generator name, I'm a shogun
Wu-Tang Generator name, watch him smoke one
Talk a lot of SHIT but none of them will approach him
Gambino got first position, the game is ballet
So graceful, +Drive+, he don't need a valet
So angel, fly as I wanna be, mercy
Somebody show these niggaz can't hurt me
Whoa

[Chorus]