Tim Westwood Freestyle

New shit alert! New clothes
Got a new whip, homie I got two of those
Got some green, homie we got UFO's
We the new chick, Royalty man
You ain't know?
Somebody tell 'em we ain't
Never going nowhere
Mr cEO, I give a fuck about a co-chair
He fly, no fair, tell 'em how we did it
Though droppin' with the hottest shit
No time to do the video
ATL is my city, though, East Side bitch
Getting Cortez at Stonecrest
I'm East Side rich
But my old girl Laconia, my house California
You ain't heard the news? D-Money back on ya
Niggas wanna network
Cause I'm the only rapper with
His face on a network
Fuckin' check my net worth tell
'em what the check's worth
Go and let 'em know
Touch down and I leave your city tore up
Then I'm coming home to my
Girls on the tour bus
But then I'm gone again, more shows
More bucks
Ten times your cut, bein' broke sure sucks
Opportunity, I've never seen a door shut
Get it for my fam so
My daddy ain't a Warbuck
Summer coming so I hit 'em with the warm up
Ballin' in my sweat suit
I'm tryin' to get my form up
I ain't think we was ballin' 'til
Private jets to New Orleans
My girlfriend on and on 'em
Caught 'em fallin' like Autumn god damnit
Yeah get up on it yeah man the truth hurts
Think fast, shoot first, beast like blue fur
All we do is do this, yeah

Ay, ay childish Gambino
Here we go, Harry Fraud
Yo we got a shout out for him yo

Jesus, he's still around? That
Makes two of us
Rappers who fuckin' hate me still
Wanna stop my tour bus
Rappers who call me gimmick still post
Me and troll the comments
20 shots of that honesty
I'm tryin' to control the vomit
Ugh, nauseum, eat a dick, all of 'em
'Bino does it feel good? Is
East Side still hood? Haters never mutual
Boy that's for your man's sake
I don't see it like a
Pusha T and Wayne handshake
Pop or flop mobsters, we ain't do neither
Why these dudes want a mixtape, Shaq Diesel?
The truth is what you make it and lately
It's hard to find
Will they remember "Heartbeat" like it
Was "Party All the Time"?
I know, I know, I know
It's that run it back
I just rocked 10K, where my hundred at?
My homie reppin' KFlay at the Summer Jam
And they show me love somethin' serious
And I was just a kid, man
I ain't think they hearin' us
And Mase shook my hand and I'm shook
Cause my man still with Biggie
And Gambino just a fan
I'mma tell you something true
If you ain't got a bunch of haters, man
Then you ain't doing you
And this fake fuckin' rappers wanna
Fire shots for no reason
I could've helped you, but fuck it
I'm callin' open season
This ain't subliminal
I'm comin' right at you
But no one knows who you are
So I'm rapping at fuckin' statues
You gassed cause you got a meetin'? Crew
Is a never heard of you
Your drive is a learner's permit
Your beef is a veggie burger
Verbal murder? Nah
We just tell what the truth homie
I'm with my girl in Spain
What are you doing?
Fuck it boy, we don't get enough joy
Watchin' everyone I know makin'
Major bok choy
Royalty, only two of us are fuckin' rappers
Another runs Wordpress, another does Apple
Another's DT and drinkin', talkin'
On that cheddar you wonder who we are
That means you already met us
I'm everywhere nigga
I don't need the fuckin' throne
I don't need Illuminati
I could fucking start my own

Cause I'm Childish, Childish, Childish
Childish Gambino
Westwood, Westwood, so it's all good
Yo Childish Gambino, East Side let 'em know