[Verse 1: brandUn DeShay] Mom told me not to ask for ish Whenever we hit up the grocery store So now, for the music, it's the same with an asterisk Whenever they ask what I want from y'all Always had a dream of the simple things Put my mark on the game in a dimple way Some put they mark on the game in a pimple way 'Cause videos nowadays look like pimp parades, but hip hip hooray 'Cause now they got a real artist on his way up These n***as living the dream, they about to wake up I got support from two dads, on some gay stuff One live in Chi-town, the other live way up Everything I do is dedication to them, my whole family I ain't even asking for a Grammy If I got one, I'd probably give it to my grammy You understand me? That's all that I'm asking for [Chorus: brandUn DeShay] My respect, a four-figure check Every month for the rent That's all that I'm asking for A fake ID to get inside the bar In a mid-size car That's all I'm really asking for A best friend with a little bit of cla** And a girl who loves jazz That's all that I'm asking for To be internationally known So everywhere I'll go, I'm home That's all that I'm asking for [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] B, what's happening? n***a, f** rapping I'm in cell 1 and 2 because I'm considering trapping 3 or 4 with some overweight groupies And a food stamp n***a and a motherf**ing hoopdy But truthfully, I'm hungry, these rappers is lunchmeat I laugh at AIDS victims, cold heart, f** heat f** school, do d**, holes with no magnum, k** everyone in the industry And drag them to the florist by the end of the chorus, so they can be alive in case My f**ing verse is boring, ba** in the stairs Stock sh** like a share, I'm a virus Having great dreams of f**ing Miley Cyrus b**hes, I bag them, jeans, I sag them 7, 8, y'all don't lay them straight, your n***a is f*g them 9, 10, I'm a motherf**ing sin Turn this sh** off before I say... Amen [Chorus: brandUn DeShay] My respect, a four-figure check Every month for the rent That's all that I'm asking for A fake ID to get inside the bar In a mid-size car That's all I'm really asking for A best friend with a little bit of cla** And a girl who loves jazz That's all that I'm asking for To be internationally known So everywhere I'll go, I'm home That's all that I'm asking for [Verse 3: brandUn DeShay] What the heck I look like, trying to impress fishes? There's plenty fish in the sea, and I love fishes I don't rap to get the women, f** b**hes Give me a fat s*ut that cooks and does dishes It's no secret, I love breasts, but I hate chickens It's no secret, I love getting, but hate wishing Hey, listen, I know you heard a lot of rappers But there's a difference, I'm an emcee that's dapper A little s** appeal 'cause I think s** is real fresh But honestly, the music is the best Only God comes before it like I before E, except after C Well, you know what I mean I just want you to see the big picture A lot of dudes need help being cool like Kool-Aid, I'm a big pitcher Trying to sell to a hypnotized world What I gotta do, sing the Spice Girls? Fine (Ayo, tell what you want, what you really, really want) Ayo, I'll tell them what I want, what I really, really want I want art, I want peace, I want sound, I want love And what I really, really, really want to zigazig ha (Ayo, tell what you want, what you really, really want) Ayo, I'll tell them what I want, what I really, really want I want art, I want peace, I want sound, I want love And what I really, really, really want to zigazig ha [Outro: brandUn DeShay & Tyler, The Creator] BrandUn DeShay Tyler, The Creator 16-Bit meets Odd Future Yep I mean, we really gotta stop meeting like this, Ty I got you, my n***a It's not even fair to the world Come on, man, we just made a cla**ic From now until forever Forever