text: Yeah, Ace the Creator
  Customized Greatly
  Oh, turn the volume up
  You still talking that Mass & volume stuff
  It aint a test to me
  Yall niggas aint even heard the best of me
  Got you going like ecstasy
  Uh, yeah
  Its Case-eezy and it aint easy being me-eezy
  I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy
  And oh yeah, the Weezy
  Left me right where, where you leave me
  I got it all, its no need to tease me
  Im coming in the game, you niggas aint even see me
  Told you my lines and you didnt even believe me
  And Im a book come and read me
  Im blood, come bleed me
  Slip straight to 90s, get off of my sleezy
  Yeah, because the haters always acting up
  And Im attacking ya, never back it up
  First song get oh boyd
  Now all the girls like Oh boy, oh boy
  And I dont wanna hear that weak shit no more
  And Im coming to a store near you
  Nigga why would I fear you?
  You cant tell me nothing, I didnt hear you
  Im riding from night til the next day
  Maybe balling spent 50 on the coat sway, no way
  Its only one way up so I aint going down
  They around know Im around when I come around
  Yung Joc because its going down
  From brand new and first to Supreme
  All these niggas know the kid stay clean
  Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?
  So I can change into it
  Rap with me, I was payed into it
  Ima get signed cause Ye can do it
  The moment I put the pen to the paper
  Ima keep moving, going through and through it
  Weatherman 3,000 
  Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly
  Aint no nigga stopping he
  Bum kid, nigga what you supposed to be
  Bubbly flows and that Im toastin he
  Hard in the ground, yeah Im growin deep
  On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep
  And I keep going until I hear that beat beep
  Hop up in yo window and just creep creep
  Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something
  Yeah, Ima lay low, my time will come
  Keep writing til my hands is numb
  Vegas trips times, Its fun
  Why compete when its already won
  Call me daddy nigga, you are my son
  Shoot for the stars, she is my gun
  Shes so bomb, I call her a bad one
  See Casey Gucci killer figure
  B killers, SBs and Nike Maxes
  Arm & Hammer and axes
  Yeah, Im fresher than air itself
  And if I had anymore swag, I would scare myself
  And I dare myself to own it all
  And all you fake niggas known to fall
  At age fourteen, Im known to ball
  Im too priceless, even if the crew didnt exist
  Yall would swag jack me if I dress like Kriss Kross
  And all these lil mommas loving my kisses, no lipgloss
  Yeah, yeah
  Tyler, the Creator
  Ace, the Creator
  Customized Greatly