text: I got that Alexander the Great type imperial flow
  Butterfingers, I’m droppin’ bars like my signal was low
  A car full of Os, looking like the cereal bowl
  You hear me everywhere
  But I aint stereo though
  I heard they waiting on my downfall
  They talking again
  Shit, I tell em fall back like its autumn again
  I know they waiting for my reply, but thats all theyll get
  I got my mind on bigger shit
  Tell them adios then
  Im doing this for the niggas before me
  Lifes a bitch but god forbid that bitch divorce me
  Fucking with these and one hoes they quick to cross me
  They found out the hard way I guess they lost me
  Im feeling quite bossly now
  I dont need love
  Walking on air with my feet up a thousand feet up
  Ive been telling those to speak up because the money talking
  Its hard to hear with all these hundreds talking
  Everyday I be shining ask the weather man
  Now its girls on my jock like a Letterman
  I just do it the best
  If that means Im doing better than
  Then fuck it, whatever then all day
  BrandUn DeShay
  Im chillin with the homies
  Real talks, real conversations
  Most of yall speaking on what girl that nigga dating
  I only speak to her and she say she facing
  I hope she aint got braces
  Make her keep going til I tell her she amazing
  Casey keep spittin got these haters walking mazes
  I used to play games now Im playing for the payment
  Born in 93 with my girl from the 80s
  I just say it again to them
  Lotta niggas try to stop me but I ran through them
  Lotta niggas didnt believe I wave my hands to them
  Now everybody know exactly what the man doing
  Ro-man music pump it loud, go ahead and make it grand to it
  I just grab my pen and pad and let my hands do it
  Its Odd Future til I stop you heard my first music
  Now when you come and see me rock bring a hurse to it
  You niggas
  Ignorant, Atheist, sound like a fucking monster
  Tall, skinny, lanky, buck it, fuck it, badass posture
  Copped some angel wings in Hell, where they discounted
  Mounted with the devil, he was formal with some Polo and some Dockers
  Dancing with him, playing vintage Cindi Lauper
  With some Crips in all red, like they playing Red Lobster
  My bitch is white Italian to be exact, mobster is her father
  And hell kill me when he finds out Im reading her Harry Potter
  Fuck him, Im a demon, fill your daughter up with semen
  With Supreme embroidered logos, making fun of homos
  Cause its funny
  Tommy rugby Hilfiger, screaming nigga with a cluck
  Im a fuckin Nazi with a condom, barely give a fuck
  Odd Future Wolf Gang, Fuck Lame, 91
  We hockey fuckin awesome, hit you with the Wolf Gang puck
  Trucks thunder, now shes in the trunk
  Wondering why shes bout to get raped and chopped up, lumber
  He said write a sixteen, well she was seventeen
  And Im only eighteen and thats statutory rape
  And if you fucking snitch on me I guess Ill make the great escape
  To have a date with your dead body and I cannot be late
  Might do a Ted Bundy, I can consider yall some haughtys
  If they find me at my home, guess I gotta fucking roam
  All alone in the streets, gotta hustle drugs for food
  Gotta sell beats for clothes if I really wanna eat
  Fuck you, O.F.M. Bangin on your mothafuckin FM
  Fuck Tammy
  Fuck Tammy