GUMMY
BROCKHAMPTON Lyrics

Me llamo Roberto
My name is Roberto

Y acabamos de robar un banco
And we just robbed a bank

These niggas take me for granted, what would hap' if I vanish?
People don't appreciate me, what would happen if I were gone?

Bet a hunnid they'd panic, my shooters only speak Spanish
I bet they would panic, but my shooters only speak Spanish

Keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard
I keep my heart with my friends and my car in the yard

I can't drive it nowhere so I let you niggas take off
I can't drive it, so I let my friends use it

Seen the shit that they drop, that shit not instantly hot
I've seen what others put out, it's not instantly popular

I give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off
But my music is instantly catchy and has great replay value

That make my value go up, I keep that bow in my cup
This makes me more valuable, and I keep that champagne flowing

My niggas rolling, got that going with a thousand to bust
My friends are ready to go with a thousand dollars to spend

That nigga Kevin can't rap, he too sappy with his shit
My friend Kevin can't rap, he's too emotional with his music

He don't rep me with his shit, he on that teenage bullshit
He doesn't represent me with his music, he's onto teenage drama

And he 'bout 20 and shit, when he let go of that shit
And he's about 20 years old, he needs to grow up and move on

He'll prolly be a little colder, y'all agree with me shit?
He'll probably be a little more distant, do you agree?

That nigga need to act his age, he ain't acting like a grown up
My friend needs to act his age, he's not acting like an adult

Ain't that boy from Texas? He ain't acting like a soldier
Isn't he from Texas? He's not behaving like a soldier

Knew that boy in high school, man that nigga wasn't awkward
I knew that boy in high school, he wasn't weird then

And I know his mama, man that nigga just a liar
And I know his mother, he's just a liar

Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
Money doesn't last, but my friends will stick with me

Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
I keep them close, we robbed a limousine

When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
When the guns fire, they won't bother us again

I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me
I don't want to do it, but people keep pushing me

Cash don't mean shit (shit)
Money doesn't mean anything

Cried my last tears, bitch
I've cried my last tears, bitch

Cashed my last check (check)
I've cashed my last paycheck

Call me king of the niggas, I need a crown made of thorns
Call me the king of black people, I need a crown made of thorns

God said let there be light, on the day I was born
God said let there be light on the day I was born

Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage
I'll step off the slave ship then perform on stage

I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain
I just left in a car, all I need is a chain

I don't trust no niggas, and I don't trust no bitch
I don't trust anyone

'Cause people talk too much, I bought a black four-fifth
Because people talk too much, I bought a black gun

And a brand new clip, that's my new best friend
And a new magazine, that's my new best friend

'Cause I'm a brand new nigga, In a brand new crib
I'm a completely new person in a new house

I ain't sellin no more, but got my hand in the zip
I'm not selling drugs anymore, but I'm still involved

Whitey gave me the check, I ain't ask for the fame
White people gave me money, I never asked for fame

I used to deal with the grams, 'till they put the cam on my face
I used to sell drugs, until they recorded me

Now I'm evading the law, I'm on a high-speed chase
Now I'm running from the police in a car chase

I'm in a big ass truck, I tell 'em get out the way
I'm in a big truck, telling other drivers to move

I gotta couple of warrants, so I'm leaving my state
I have a couple of arrest warrants, so I'm leaving my state

Now I'm in Cali today, with the sun on my face
Now I'm in California today, enjoying the sun

I got a bag of the gas, and a blunt I can face
I have marijuana and a blunt to smoke

How I'm gon' move at your pace, I'm busy settin' the tone
I'm not going to move at your pace, I'm setting the tone

You think we runnin' together, I'm in a lane of my own
You think we're working together, but I'm doing things my own way

Don't got no friends in this game, it's me and my brothers alone
I have no friends in this industry, only my brothers

They thinkin' that we competing, that shit depletin' my bones
They think we're competing, but it's draining me

I don't need all that energy, they just fuck up my chakras
I don't need that negative energy, it messes with my chakras

I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I'm a martyr
I keep my emotions locked away, they only like me when I suffer

They hate me when I'm myself, I can't barter with that
They hate me when I'm honest, I can't change that

You watch us charter these tracks, it's sticking like tartar and plaque
You watch us create these songs, they're sticking like tartar and plaque

I need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters
I need a room filled with awards, and luxurious things

I need peace for my niggas, need darker skin for all my doctors
I want peace for my friends, and more black doctors

I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a nigga
I want to speak like an intellectual, but think like a black person

In this world I can't wander, no honor behind the trigger
I can't wander in this world, there's no honor in killing

I could get shot in my back, and they'd tell the world that I fought 'em
I could get shot in the back, and they'd say it was my fault

"We ain't taught 'em nothin' new, but somehow they been gettin' smarter"
"We haven't taught them anything new, but somehow they've been getting smarter"

That's what they sayin' in private, speaking from that entitlement
That's what they're saying privately, speaking from a place of privilege

We still workin' for titles, and makin' tidal environments
We're still working for recognition, and creating large-scale effects

Fuck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine
Put your money on the line, we're riding in a limousine

I'm stuck on some bud I hit, under concrete canopy
I'm high on some weed I smoked, under a concrete overpass

Fuck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down
I don't want any negative energy, you're just trying to bring me down

Fuck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down
I don't want any of your negative energy, you're just trying to bring me down

Fuck with the windows up, blowin' past the exit now
Windows up, driving past the exit now

Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset
Uplifted like a feeling of success, swerving into the sunset

Me and all my boys jet, swervin' like a donut
Me and all my friends are speeding, swerving like a donut

Off off off off, swervin' like a donut
Speeding and swerving, like a donut

Nigga what
What do you mean?

(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
(Come closer, if you want to)