text: Casey Veggies, Ace The Creator
  Im telling myself, I should go mystery C
  But these niggas dont want the mystery me
  Why I rap? What to defend me?
  Im like man this music shit is in me
  Yo, Casey what you doing? Dreamchasin
  And I thank everybody that gives me motivation
  If life is sneakers, guess my mind is laced in
  They call me Casey Veggies man yall cant taste him
  Yall didnt like him, but yall wanna date him
  Nigga hes too real, yall cant fake him
  Close your eyes and realize what youre gonna do to get by
  Casey What you doing? I just gotta get by
  So in this, I put my heart and soul
  Put the pen to the paper then your heart unfolds
  Open your ears, were trynna get to you
  And the Creator trynna get it too
  Base drum, High hat, intercourse with the melody
  Theyre sailing by 4 words Fuck You, Pay Me
  Thats 4 syllables, the 3rd one is killing you
  Im half retarded so my thinking process instrumental
  Yeah, look
  Im skate mental, schizophrenic, go get him
  Thoughts is more raw than Supreme denim
  Cause look, If fall legends die, here? Im trynna have fun
  All legends die, when I fuck my days gonna come?
  Probably next week, couple years
  Dogg crip walking with a green sky the president prolly queer
  Not trynna psych you, but niggas on myspace asking for beats
  Get the point, I do not like you
  Im a beast with the beat but I will not hype you
  Customized Greatly, dont believe? Ill pipe you
  And yeah all of that while my nigga Casey Veggies was
  Started off at 12 but now Im grounded
  Heard the rhymes in the age, now they so astounded
  Got phone calls home so now he grounded
  My mind, my soul you cant defeat us
  Thats like trynna ollie without sliding your feet up
  So heres the mixtape, the music re-up
  Guns in his rap so hes tuff
  I got a lot of verses but I dont write enough
  Cause you gotta lift weights to be buff
  Just shock me, yall cant stop me
  Talking to these girls man, my mind was rocky
  Niggas going from Levis to Versaces
  Alright though, yeah we outty