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[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 [?] 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 [?] 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 [?] 3,000 [?] Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly Ain't no nigga stopping he [?] kid, nigga what you supposed to be Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he [?] in the ground, yeah I'm growin' [?] On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep And I keep going until I hear that beat beep [?] 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 [?] 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 [?] 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')