Odd

[Intro]

Yeah, Ace, The Creator

Customized Greatly

[Verse 1]

Oh, turn the volume up

You still talking that Mass & volume stuff

It ain't a test to me

Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me

Got you going like ecstasy

Uh, yeah

It's Case-eezy and it ain't 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, it's no need to tease me

I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me

Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me

And I'm a book come and read me

I'm blood, come bleed me

Slip straight to 90's, get off of my sleezy

Yeah, because the haters always acting up

And I'm attacking ya, never back it up

[Verse 2]

First song get oh boy'd

Now all the girls like "Oh boy, oh boy"

And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more

And I'm coming to a store near you

Nigga why would I fear you?

You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you

I'm riding from night til the next day

Maybe balling spent 50 on the coat sway, no way

(Yo, because)

[Verse 3]

It's only one way up so I ain't going down

They around know I'm around when I come around

Yung Joc because it's 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

I'ma get signed cause Ye can do it

The moment I put the pen to the paper

I'ma keep moving, going through and through it

Weatherman 3,000 [?]

Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly

Ain't no nigga stopping he

Bum kid, nigga what you supposed to be

Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he

Hard in the ground, yeah I'm 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, I'ma lay low, my time will come

Keep writing til my hands is numb

Vegas trips [?] times, Its fun

Why compete when it's already won

Call me daddy nigga, you are my son

Shoot for the stars, she is my gun

She's so bomb, I call her a bad one

See Casey Gucci killer figure

B [?] killers, SBs and Nike Maxes

Arm & Hammer and axes

Yeah, I'm 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, I'm known to ball

I'm too priceless, even if the crew didn't exist

Y'all would swag jack me if I dress like Kriss Kross

And all these lil mommas loving my kisses, no lipgloss

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah

Tyler, the Creator

Ace, the Creator

Customized Greatly

(Keep it goin')