Odd Future Talk - Raw Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, yeah Uh, they, f** Uh, yeah They ask me if I'm Tyler, the nasty n***a that used to be in seventh grade watching Degra**i But yall n***as and your whips with your rims and your hat with the brims rolling right past me But I could give a f** less about what you doing Who you screwing, who you booing I got these b**hes brewing in my gold pots You could see the Rolex, the gold watch See them gold (?) but you won't stop I'm in that bape sh**, or that bathing ape sh** That sh** that make you my Superman hoodie is cape sh** You on that fake sh**, that true religion, abercrombie, 'postale, n***a my t-shirt is pastel My n***a I pa** well Well pa**ed, and I pa** that f**ing cla** well And when your b**h see me, she be like "Oh my gosh, your so (?), man you're so swell" Like I'm so swole, this bape sh** is so old, older than the ice cream shoes I have that's growing mold And they say "Ace, you're genius" I say "I play piano, make songs, a big penis" Cause when I have 2, listen to Neptune sh**, I'm never Mars or Venus, you seen this My 3D gla**es still the cleanest, enis, an*s, n***a you could paint this is a mutha f**ing bush All you n***as running but I'm still not in a rush and I'm winning No races, but I'm grinning Don't believe in God, but I'm sinning He-man and she-man and he-man confused than Yall want the rims, but I'm still chilling in the mutha f**ing mini-van like What it do, what it do, f** you, and your crew, OF to the d**h, nah Yall know I do bail, yall rep yall set until the d**h n***a this OF until, until And n***a thats real, and n***a I'm raw, I'm bigger than my boss the cold 86 degrees heat on need with your b**h screaming out my name gagging on her knees And n***a I'm reed, eating mutha f**ing ice cream reese's pieces n***a I'm the (?) I'm the sh**, You could call me Ace, The Creator A.K.A. feces I'm eating like a feces [Interlude] What the f** is my problem! I'm a let this one ride out tho I'm a let the keys f** with the drums A.C.E, OFM, Bangin' on your FM, yes It was all a dream, now I got my own magazine, word up I'm out, peace