Body Songtext
von Prodigy

Street niggas, hood rats, ladies and gentlemen
Childish Gambino greater than sign everyone
Apples to oranges, Jay Leno to Letterman
Got a Cool Whip and my girl ass gelatin
Fake niggas back in style? No, never that
If I′m wrong, see you in hell with hella cash
Goddamnit, we the boys with the illest rain
Royalty forever and the rest is just a silly game
Still learning how to work your girlfriend's genitals
Still buying sweaters off of 30 Rock residuals

Money change everything, these bitches always down to ride

Especially if you keep they nose gentrified
Money off of curse words, I hope my mama′s proud of me
Man, I've done it all, so I guess we both prodigies
From PJs to BJs, that's projects to privates
Now you understand my fucking mindset, let ′em know


I know you want my head to roll, my body on that dirty curb
My rap music dead and gone, niggas want me in the dirt
I bust your little bubble, shatter your dreams
And push you over in my bottomless pit of sixteens
Alchemist rapper, transform on you, shape-shift

Cause if it never dawned on you, I′m a snake, bitch

The great serpent, it's tatted on my fist

Kundalini, keep the eye on the pyramid
This is meditated murder, my aura that of a lifer
Escaped out the belly like it′s been a long time, son
Surprise, son, I'm back for you motherfuckers′ souls
You owe me, we made a blood pact when you stole
My style, you niggas straight bit my swag
But I'm a demon, I get even when I take mines back
I′m a god in the flesh, all this power I possess
I crush you little pussies like sex, who's next?

I'm sitting on a bunch of green faces

So my wallet is an alien invasion


Or a spaceship, my crew′s the illest
So we ahh real monsters, Nicktoons, Ickis
That line′s the stupidest, but it be lucrative
I'm selling out these venues, niggas gotta get used to it
Now I′m fucking with the realest that you ever had
And P my motherfucking nigga so I call him dad
Yeah, I'm a motherfucker too, birthed a lot of sons
Get a lot of money, spent it on a lot of guns
I′m trying to change, I don't want to scare away execs

Clean me up, but you can′t change what's in my head
Killing Glenlivet, Dom P said it
My flow go to Earth, we the ill pandemic
Smoke the whole barn up, bitch, I'm on my high horse
You don′t watch Community? Girl, what is you lying for?
Bitch, I got immunity, out here in the jungle of concrete
Where I hustle, getting all these rhymes off

Whores wanna jump, but I don′t want your little dyke
I'm too preoccupied with this good life
I want a hood life, cash and clothes
Fast as hoes, then get ghost like Casper though
I smash ′em though, they don't know what hit ′em
Childish Gambino, show a nigga that you with him, say ahh