Hodgy Beats - Customized Greatly lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, H.B., uhh [Hodgy Beats] God said I'm great, thou shall not hate So I love everybody beefin with me like steak I chase after cake while your girl lick the icing She go both ways, like she motorcycling without the motor, so she bicycle (Taco) in her mouth while she ride (Pickles) I kick push, n***a, my Hodg' fickle If you contemplate suicide - f** it; I'ma die with you I'd rather eat gla** than squeeze and pull the trigger Call a competition to see, who's the cooler n***a I'm ice cold - similar to frozen Got a nice flow (nice flow) similar to golden I'm like a goldfish, we all the same color I'm just like your brother or significant other I work hard to provide grub on the table Turn impossible to possible, if I'm able to [Chorus] I must be dreamin, yeah I said I must be dreamin - why? I must be dreamin - heh I must be dreamin - n***a wake up! [Hodgy Beats] I just turned legal and she must have turned evil Life's a practice so I'm on the court shootin free throws Cause when the game come, is when the rain come When it rains it pours, I wonder when the fame come I'ma be writin to an instrumental, different snares, same drums Bangin 'til I'm dry, and my brain's numb f** another computer clap, I need a snare It sound like I'm smackin on the a** while I'm pullin on her hair I don't think she like it, the way that she stare but I continue with my program because I don't care (fu*k HER!) I'm so damn tight, like a fat n***a in skinnies or a hoochie chick, with her skirt extra skimpy Music is (Ren) motherf**er I'm (Stimpy) Pimpin the game, never let the game pimp me Like a pimp squeak on 6th Street, tryin to play the slot If there's money involved best believe I'm gon' take your spot [Chorus] Damn... now? Damn, uhh Damn wake up n***a! I must be dreamin, wake up n***a, wake up (wake up!) Ay, I must be dreamin - ay n***a get up man Wake up, get up man! [Hodgy Beats] I'm Tarzan on the mic, Odd Future the gorillas n***az do it for the fame, when I do it for the children Takin over runnin the game, like a f**in pilgrim Knockin down the huts, in the Ranger for some buildings Grippin the grain, yeah my grain's ingrained I chase dreams I can't stop it, understand what you mean I'm busy on the scene while you tryin to be seen We all have addictions and, I'm the type that fiends Not the type that schemes and plays people like a cello The mellow hella ghetto runnin free in the meadows I picture me framed countin hundreds, in a falsetto Instead of a chick opening up like, rose petals I trust no one, sittin with my lonesome No congo drums, Tyler kicked another sample Beatin so hard that your motherf**in amp blows Hustlers on the corner, and (The Lady and The Tramp) knows n***a! [Tyler, the Creator] Forever, yeah Hodgy Beats, Tyler the Creator Yeah Like, umm, G You f**in next man You the golden boy in this rap sh** Don't let these motherf**ers tell you any different Odd Future, peace