[Verse 1: brandUn DeShay]
Mom told me not to ask for ish
Whenever we hit up the grocery store
So now, for the music, it's the same with the asterisk
Whenever they ask what I want from y'all
Always had a dream of the simple things
Put my mark on the game in a dimple way
Some put they mark on the game in a pimple way
'Cause videos nowadays look like pimp parades, but hip hip hooray
'Cause now they got a real artist on his way up
These n***as living the dream, they about to wake up
I got support from two dads, on some gay stuff
One live in Chi-town, the other live way up
Everything I do is dedication to them, my whole family
I ain't even asking for a Grammy
If I got one, I'd probably give it to my grammy
You understand me?
That's all that I'm asking for
[Chorus: brandUn DeShay]
My respect, a four-figure check
Every month for the rent (that's all that I'm asking for)
A fake ID to get inside the bar
In a mid-size car (that's all I'm really asking for)
A best friend with a little bit of cla**
And a girl who loves jazz (that's all that I'm asking for)
To be internationally known
So everywhere I'll go, I'm home (that's all that I'm asking for)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
B, what's happening? n***a, f** rapping
I'm in cell 1 and 2 because I'm considering trapping
3 or 4 with some overweight groupies
And a food stamp n***a and a motherf**ing hoopdy
But truthfully, I'm hungry, these rappers is lunchmeat
I laugh at AIDS victims, cold heart, f** heat
f** school, do d**, holes with no magnum, k** everyone in the industry
And drag them to the florist by the end of the chorus, so they can be alive in case
My f**ing verse is boring, ba** in the stairs
Stock sh** like a share, I'm a virus
Having great dreams of f**ing Miley Cyrus
b**hes, I bag them, jeans, I sag them
7, 8, y'all don't lay them straight, your n***a is f*g them
9, 10, I'm a motherf**ing sin
Turn this sh** off before I say... Amen
[Chorus: brandUn DeShay]
[Verse 3: brandUn DeShay]
What the heck I look like, trying to impress fishes?
There's plenty fish in the sea, and I love fishes
I don't rap to get the women, f** b**hes
Give me a fat s*ut that cooks and does dishes
It's no secret, I love breasts, but I hate chickens
It's no secret, I love getting, but hate wishing
Hey, listen, I know you heard a lot of rappers
But there's a difference, I'm an emcee that's dapper
A little s** appeal 'cause I think s** is real fresh
But honestly, the music is the best
Only God comes before it like I before E, except after C
Well, you know what I mean
I just want you to see the big picture
A lot of dudes need help being cool like Kool-Aid, I'm a big pitcher
Trying to sell to a hypnotized world
What I gotta do, sing the Spice Girls?
Fine
(Ayo, tell what you want, what you really, really want)
Ayo, I'll tell them what I want, what I really, really want
I want art, I want peace, I want sound, I want love
And what I really, really, really want to zigazig ha
(Ayo, tell what you want, what you really, really want)
Ayo, I'll tell them what I want, what I really, really want
I want art, I want peace, I want sound, I want love
And what I really, really, really want to zigazig ha
[Outro: brandUn DeShay (Tyler, The Creator)]
BrandUn DeShay
Tyler, The Creator
16-Bit meets Odd Future (yep)
I mean, we really gotta stop meeting like this, Ty
(I got you, my n***a)
It's not even fair to the world
(Come on, man, we just made a cla**ic)
From now until forever
(Forever)