text: The moment youve all been waiting for
  Uh, say hello to the great one
  Mixtapes for free homie, here take one
  It might come in handy
  A record deal was the best thing yall can hand me
  My squad, the new Grammy family
  Uh, but they aint feelin it, oh well, more bars, Im spillin it
  Every time I touch a mic they be like yo, your touch is tight
  Yalls focus I took slow shots, bash so hard and slow
  Just like a robot, you not hot man
  Im sorry for the truth, Customized Greatly, killin shit
  Casey feels sorry in the booth, uh
  Flows so sweet they put fillings in my tooth, yeah
  Fillings in my teeth, Ace the Creator on the beat
  Casey Veggies on the vocals got you niggas in a chokehold, uh oh
  Yeah, yeah, hes at it again, spread the word tell your moms and your friend
  Yeah, because Im
  Back for another one, back, back, back for another one 
  Back for another one, back, back, back for another one 
  Back for another one, back, back, back for another one 
  Back for another one, back, back, back for another one 
  The difference between me and them rappers
  Is I wear clothes fresh out the wrapper
  Undivided attention, the shows on
  And no cancelled shit, it must go on
  Nigga, volume two, uh, turn up the volume, too
  Im crazy lyrically, come get at me seriously
  Niggas know I kill em mentally and spiritually
  I hope youre hearin me, uh
  First mixtape was hot, I hope you fear me
  Believe that, yall niggas didnt believe that he rap
  And now yall bob your heads to the things that he rap
  Uh, yall niggas didnt believe that he rap and
  Now yall bob your heads to the things that he rap
  This nigga hated and she clap, no handshakes leave daps
  Back for another one, back, back, back for another one 
  Back for another one, back, back, back for another one 
  Back for another one, back, back, back for another one 
  Back for another one, back, back, back for another one 
  Damn, back for another one with robots
  Im so hot, youre cold, now heres a fucking sweater
  Look, I cant have no other fun
  With my pops probably cause he out with his other son
  But, Im super steezy like my last beat
  My bitch super greezy like her lunch be granola bars
  I spill healthy verses, call em granola bars
  Now every bitch wanna eat her Casey Veggies with no salt
  Now its so crazy, other people than my moms is callin me baby
  My nigga get ya hopes down, you couldnt persuade me
  To collaborate with you niggas, ya lyrics is lazy
  Im undefeated, but the suede shoes is Puma
  Im the cancer and the tumor with the drums and the tubas blastin
  Im a crook and its a castle
  If I am the shit, then Im guessin my moms a asshole 
  Back for another one, back, back, back for another one 
  Back for another one, back, back, back for another one 
  Back for another one, back, back, back for another one 
  Back for another one, back, back, back for another one