text: What the hell?!
  Yeah... yeah, uhh
  Ride 7:30, arrive 7:30
  Ride hella dirty, shades extra nerdy
  I heard it from a birdie, Blackberry I replied
  In the burb you heard me barter cash and get supplied
  I cut off their supplies, cause this a drug movement
  Crack music muhfucker this is thug music
  I hustle harder because this how the thugs do it
  I move smart decisions, you just STUCK stupid!
  Ace fuckin moved it, Vyron oddly looped it
  Fall in love with music like you struck by Cupid
  My hair is in your face nigga three pounds to it
  If the radio dont play my jam, they fuckin foolish
  Whats his name? Hes the coolest
  The paper and the pen thats what hell take you to school with
  Odd Future is his camp, tree strumps with a branch
  Where they lamp, and they chant, and they grant, when they ranked
  You with this certified stamp of the procedure
  Sick-ass music, now you niggas got fevers...
  Sick-ass music, now you niggas got fevers
  I do it for the Pasadena skaters, Pasadena lovers
  Pasadena haters, Pasadena mothers
  I do it for the Pasadena waittress, Pasadena music
  Its a Odd Future playlist, its a Odd Future playlist
  I do it for the Pasadena skaters, Pasadena lovers
  Pasadena haters, Pasadena mothers
  I do it for the Pasadena waittress, Pasadena music
  Its a Odd Future playlist, its a Odd Future playlist
  One verse is all you need for a fix
  Cause Im not throwing stones and sticks, Im lodgin bricks
  Im not a kid, but I can show you some 
  Thatll have you in the mix like Twix, switch!
  I swear I hear em cheerin, I swear I know you hear em
  Oops I did it again nigga fuck your Brittney Spearn
  Im lookin in the mirror, and my visions gettin clearer
  I can smell the truth gettin nearer
  Reeboks black bag, Odd Future era
  Iller than cold beans spilled upon your fresh new fit
  We bangin in your ears with some fresh new shit
  Im a ass nigga with my music...