Hodgy - Customized Greatly lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, H-B God said I'm great, thou shall not hate So I love every body beefin' with me like steak I chase after cake while your girl lick the icing, she go both ways, like she motorcyclin' haha With out 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'mma die with you I'd rather eat gla** than squeeze and pull the trigger Call the competition and see who's the cooler n***a I'm ice cold, similar to frozen Got a nice flow, similar to golden I'm like a gold fish, we are 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 [Hook] I must be dreaming, yeah, I said must be dreaming (Why?) I must be dreaming, heh, I must be dreaming (n***a wake up) [Verse 2] I just turned legal, and she must of 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'mma be writing to an instrumental, different snare, same drum Bang until I'm dry, and my brain's numb, yeah f** a computer clap, I need snare It sound like I'm smackin' on her a** while I'm pullin' on her hair haha I don't think she like it, the way that she stare But I continue with my program because I don't care. (f** you) I'm so damn tight, like a fat n***a in skinnys Or a hoochie chick, with her skirt extra skimpy Music is ren, motherf**a I'm stimpy Pimpin' the game, never let the game pimp me Like a pimps, we on 6th street?, tryna play the slot, if there's money involved, best believe I'm gonna take ya spot Haha, damn [Hook 2] Damn, now? And, for.. (Damn wake up n***a) I must be dreamin' (Wake up n***a, wake up, wake up) (Hey) I must be dreamin (Hey n***a get up man) (Wake up) (Get up man!) [Verse 3] I'm Tarzan on the mic, Odd Future the gorrilas n***as do it for the fame, when I do it for the children Taking over, running the game, like a f**ing pilgrim Knocking down the huts, and arranging for some buildings Gripping the grain, get my grains ingrained I chase dreams, I can't stop it, understand what you mean I'm busy on the scene, while you tryna be seen We all have addictions and I'm the type that feins, not the type that schemes and plays people like a Cello The mellow, hella, ghetto, running 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, sitting with my lonesome No congo drums, Tyler kicked another sample Beat is so hard that your motherf**in amp blows Hustlers on the corner, and The Lady and The Tramp knows n***a! [Outro + 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, b**h