[Intro]
They don't paint pictures, they just trace me
[Verse 1]
Odd Future, I'm your m****f***in' sergeant
n****, I'm in charge, I f*** with Freshjive
Cause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price
No bargin', n**** that's a bargain
Cow print t-shirt like m****f***in' dog
On the m****f***in' farm with c***adoddle doodles
I'm making straight b****** p**** wet just like a noodle
And my d*** must be dog food to these b******' poodles
Felines on the freetime, I'm tossin' b******' salads
And I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan
We was flyin' to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok
Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang c***
To Soho, baby, Milo so dope
The cocaine flow, n***** spit heat, propane
n***** get the picture, I see, why?
(They don't paint pictures, they just trace me)
[Hook]
My n****, no hook
No hook, f*** a hook
[Verse 2]
Yo, beside me, nobody likes me
Mainly because I am not a f*****' HypeBeast
I think Supreme suck, we gnarly on our Nikes
I can wear some Wranglers, with a f*****' White T
Doo-rags to match, and I do sag
In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu poor over
n****, you pull over, f*** a Rover Range
And I'm driving a unicorn, plus my b**** is strange
And I'm the only f*****' rapper without a chain
With a four finger ring like I can't spell my f*****' name
And I go to Obama rallies screamin' out "McCain!"
Them ignorant thrashin' m****f***ers is my gang
And the dirty Ladera I can't forget where I came from
n****, you don't claim none, fan I am the teacher
White and black b**** like she's a m****f***in' zebra
Candies in my pocket, I see you n***** on Easter
[Hook]
[Bridge]
(It's gold) The gold is in the back
(It's gold) The beat's in the front
(It's gold) The beat's a f*****' bully
(Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man
(Gold) The pink is in the sky
(That s***'s gold) The gold is in my mind
(It's gold) The mind is in my gold
The beat is turnin' old, so go
[Verse 3]
Synthesizer, I'm the m****f***in' master
n****, I'm a b******, I f*** with chord keys
Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song
And a hi-hat made of plastic, n****'s sound is elastic
n****, you can b*** this, unless you wanna b*** back
I didn't take my f*****' Ritalin, this is a hype track
HypeTrack that and send it, n**** it's a sack s***
I had you m************ eatin' salad like a fat b****
[Outro]
Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.N, bangin' on your FM
Ace the Creator, drop the drums, n****, thank you to HypeBeast
They don't paint pictures, they just trace me
[Verse 1]
Odd Future, I'm your m****f***in' sergeant
n****, I'm in charge, I f*** with Freshjive
Cause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price
No bargin', n**** that's a bargain
Cow print t-shirt like m****f***in' dog
On the m****f***in' farm with c***adoddle doodles
I'm making straight b****** p**** wet just like a noodle
And my d*** must be dog food to these b******' poodles
Felines on the freetime, I'm tossin' b******' salads
And I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan
We was flyin' to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok
Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang c***
To Soho, baby, Milo so dope
The cocaine flow, n***** spit heat, propane
n***** get the picture, I see, why?
(They don't paint pictures, they just trace me)
[Hook]
My n****, no hook
No hook, f*** a hook
[Verse 2]
Yo, beside me, nobody likes me
Mainly because I am not a f*****' HypeBeast
I think Supreme suck, we gnarly on our Nikes
I can wear some Wranglers, with a f*****' White T
Doo-rags to match, and I do sag
In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu poor over
n****, you pull over, f*** a Rover Range
And I'm driving a unicorn, plus my b**** is strange
And I'm the only f*****' rapper without a chain
With a four finger ring like I can't spell my f*****' name
And I go to Obama rallies screamin' out "McCain!"
Them ignorant thrashin' m****f***ers is my gang
And the dirty Ladera I can't forget where I came from
n****, you don't claim none, fan I am the teacher
White and black b**** like she's a m****f***in' zebra
Candies in my pocket, I see you n***** on Easter
[Hook]
[Bridge]
(It's gold) The gold is in the back
(It's gold) The beat's in the front
(It's gold) The beat's a f*****' bully
(Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man
(Gold) The pink is in the sky
(That s***'s gold) The gold is in my mind
(It's gold) The mind is in my gold
The beat is turnin' old, so go
[Verse 3]
Synthesizer, I'm the m****f***in' master
n****, I'm a b******, I f*** with chord keys
Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song
And a hi-hat made of plastic, n****'s sound is elastic
n****, you can b*** this, unless you wanna b*** back
I didn't take my f*****' Ritalin, this is a hype track
HypeTrack that and send it, n**** it's a sack s***
I had you m************ eatin' salad like a fat b****
[Outro]
Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.N, bangin' on your FM
Ace the Creator, drop the drums, n****, thank you to HypeBeast