Jack And The Beanstalk

They don't paint pictures, they just trace me

Odd Future, I'm your mothafucking sergeant

Nigga, I'm in charge, I fuck with Freshjive

Cause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price

No barging, nigga that's a bargain

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

On the mothafucking farm with cockadoddle doodles

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

And my dick must be dog food to these bitches' poodles

Felines on the free time, I'm tossing bitches' salads

And I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan

We was flying to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

To Soho, Baby Milo so dope

The cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propane

Niggas get the picture, I see, why?

(They don't paint pictures, they just trace me)

My nigga, no hook

No hook, fuck a hook

Yo, beside me, nobody likes me

Mainly because I am not a fucking HypeBeast

I think Supreme suck, we gnarly on our Nikes

I can wear some Wranglers, with a fucking White T

Doo-rags to match, and I do sag

In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu pull over

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a Rover Range

And I'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

And I'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

With a four finger ring like I can't spell my fucking name

And I go to Obama rallies screaming out "McCain"

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

And the dirty Ladera, I can't forget where I came from

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan I am the teacher

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Candies in my pocket, I see you niggas on Easter

(It's gold) The gold is in the back

(It's gold) The bitch is in the front

(It's gold) The beat's a fucking bully

(Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man

(Gold) The pink is in the sky

(That shit's gold) The gold is in my mind

(It's gold) The mind is in my gold

The beat is turning old, so go

Synthesizer, I'm the mothafucking master

Nigga, I'm a bastard, I fuck with chord keys

Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

Nigga, you can bite this, unless you want to bite back

I didn't take my fucking Ritalin, this is a hype track

HypeTrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch

Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.M, banging on your FM

Ace the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, thank you to HypeBeast