Hodgy - Customized Greatly lyrics

Yeah, H-B
God said I'm great, thou shall not hate
So I love every body beefin'
With me like steak
I chase after cake while your girl lick
The icing, she go both ways
Like she motorcyclin' haha
With out the motor, so she bicycle
Taco in her mouth while she ride pickles
I kick push, nigga, my hodg'
Fickle, if you contemplate suicide
Fuck it I'mma die with you
I'd rather eat glass than squeeze
And pull the trigger
Call the competition and see
Who's the cooler nigga
I'm ice cold, similar to frozen
Got a nice flow, similar to golden
I'm like a gold fish, we are the same color
I'm just like your brother
Or significant other
I work hard to provide grub on the table
Turn impossible to possible if I'm able to

I must be dreaming, yeah
I said must be dreaming (Why?)
I must be dreaming, heh, I must be dreaming
(Nigga wake up)

I just turned legal
And she must of turned evil
Life's a practice
So I'm on the court shootin' free throws
Cause when the game come, is when the
Rain come, when it rains it pours
I wonder when the fame come
I'mma be writing to an
Instrumental, different snare, same drum
Bang until I'm dry, and my brain's numb, yeah
Fuck a computer clap, I need snare
It sound like I'm smackin' on her ass
While I'm pullin' on her hair haha
I don't think she like it
The way that she stare
But I continue with my program
Because I don't care (fuck you)
I'm so damn tight
Like a fat nigga in skinnys
Or a hoochie chick
With her skirt extra skimpy
Music is ren, motherfucka I'm stimpy
Pimpin' the game, never let the game pimp me
Like a pimps, we on 6th street?, tryna
Play the slot, if there's money involved
Best believe I'm gonna take ya spot
Haha, damn

Damn, now? And, for
(Damn wake up nigga) i must be dreamin'
(Wake up nigga, wake up, wake up, Hey)
I must be dreamin (Hey nigga get up man)
(Wake up, Get up man)

I'm Tarzan on the mic
Odd Future the gorrilas
Niggas do it for the fame
When I do it for the children
Taking over, running the game
Like a fucking pilgrim
Knocking down the huts
And arranging for some buildings
Gripping the grain, get my grains ingrained
I chase dreams, I can't stop it
Understand what you mean
I'm busy on the scene
While you tryna be seen
We all have addictions and I'm
The type that feins
Not the type that schemes and
Plays people like a Cello
The mellow, hella, ghetto
Running free in the meadows
I picture me framed countin hundreds
In a falsetto
Instead of a chick opening up like
Rose petals
I trust no one, sitting with my lonesome
No congo drums, Tyler kicked another sample
Beat is so hard that
Your motherfuckin amp blows
Hustlers on the corner
And The Lady and The Tramp knows nigga!

Forever, yeah
Hodgy Beats, Tyler the Creator yeah
Like, umm, G you fuckin next man
You the golden boy in this rap shit
Don't let these motherfuckers tell
You any different odd Future, bitch