Just a Band, Childish Gambino - Who No Know Go Know Lyrics

He stood in front of me
Everything that I was and what I wanna be
Shots fired, over a hundred G's
And if it wasn't be you
Then who's it gonna be
I never been such a or alone
Sat in the but couldn't stand for his tone
I'm out in New York with
My hand on the phone
With a message to my Grammy
Saying "Man I'm so home"
I'm so home, I'm so grown ass man
But is it worth it?
Black man no perfect, white man no perfect
Praise his name, the hole blows sound
So sharp shit that's why a nigga proceed
Straight from Kirkland
A million leaders just millimeters
From grabbing heaters
I couldn't leave 'em
To call up my cousin had to believe him
Just to bow down
But we don't see each other
Yeah I'm fine now
But I don't know my mother, she left me
America my foster care
I tried to get a hold of her
But I lost the trail
Tried to get her phone number
But my pops in jail
I'm posted up on corners with rocks in hand
My big brother taught me how to go
And move how a crook move
"Walk tall in the streets, don't be shook
Dude" this is our home
It might be broken but it's still good
You might be joking but you're still hood
They think they know you but they don't
They wanna own you but they won't
They wanna say "nigga, what's up?" Woah
We're not there yet
But I hear you whisper through the air vents

He stood in front of me
Everything that I was and what I wanna be
Shots fired, over a hundred G's
And if it wasn't be you
Then who's it gonna be
I never been such a or alone
Sat in the but couldn't stand for his tone
I'm out in New York with
My hand on the phone
With a message to my Grammy
Saying "Man I'm so home"
I'm so home, I'm so grown ass man
But is it worth it?
Black man no perfect, white man no perfect
Praise his name, the hole blows sound
So sharp shit that's why a nigga proceed
Straight from Kirkland
A million leaders just millimeters
From grabbing heaters
I couldn't leave 'em
To call up my cousin had to believe him
Just to bow down
But we don't see each other
Yeah I'm fine now
But I don't know my mother, she left me
America my foster care
I tried to get a hold of her
But I lost the trail
Tried to get her phone number
But my pops in jail
I'm posted up on corners with rocks in hand
My big brother taught me how to go
And move how a crook move
"Walk tall in the streets, don't be shook
Dude" this is our home
It might be broken but it's still good
You might be joking but you're still hood
They think they know you but they don't
They wanna own you but they won't
They wanna say "nigga, what's up?" Woah
We're not there yet
But I hear you whisper through the air vents