[Intro]
What's ya life's like? What's ya life like? (Put you in place)
What ya life's like? What ya' life li-
What ya life's like? What ya- (Put you in place)

Yeah, yeah, uhh, they, fuck
Alright, uhh, yeah

[Verse 1]
They ask me if i'm Tyler, the nasty
N***a that used to be in seventh grade watching the grass, see
But y'all n***as in ya whips, with ya rings, and ya hat, with the brims, rolling right past me
But I could give a fuck less about what you doin'
Who you 'screwin, who you booin'
I got these bitches brewin' in my gold pots, you could see the Rolex, but your watch
See them gold supers, but you won't stop
I'm in that Bape shit, all that Bathing Ape shit
That shit that make you think my Superman hoodie is cape, shit
You on that fake shit, that true religion, Abercrombie, postel
N***a my t-shirt is pastel
My n***a I pass well, well pass, and I pass that fucking class well
And when your bitch see me she be like "Oh my gosh you're skinny but man you're so swell"
I'm like "i'm so swole", this Bape shit is so old, older than the ice cream shoes I have that's growin' mold
And they say Ace-ee a genius, I said I play piano, make songs, a big penis
Is what I have too, listenin' to Neptune, shit, I'm never Mars or Venus, you seen this
My 3-D glasses still the cleanest, eeness, anus, n***a you could paint this, here's a mothafuckin' brush
All you n***as 'runnin, but i'm still not in a rush and i'm winnin'
No braces on but i'm grinnin'
Don't believe in god but i'm 'sinnin, hinnen, he-man and she-man and he-man and he's dead
Y'all want the rest but i'm still chillin' in a mothafuckin' minivan, like
What it do, what it do, fuck you and ya crew, OF to the death, nah
Y'all know I do thill, y'all rap ya sentence to the death, n***a this OF until, until
And n***a, that's real, and n***a i'm raw, i'm bigger than my balls
Freezin' cold, eighty-six degrees, heat on me, with ya bitch screamin' out my name, gaggin' on her knees
And n***a i'm reez, eatin' mothafuckin' ice cream Reeses Pieces
N***a i'm the ceasest, i'm the shit, you can call me Ace The Creator aka, a thesis
I'm eatin' like a feesus
[Outro]
Hahahaha, what the fuck is my problem, fuck
Ayo, i'ma let this one right out though
I'ma- I'ma let the keys fuck up the drugs, ya know?
A-C-E, O.F.M, bangin' on your FM, yes
It was all a dream, now I got my own magazine
Word up, heh, i'm out, peace

Heh, bitch!