(Verse 1)
Started out in 2007
I started out with the beats, and handed up with the rhymes
I met my nig Casey V, we spoke a couple times
On MySpace, I told him I should send him a track
Simple, a track, and like that, he was sending it back
One of my first rap verses, and my first collabs with the OF camp
A lotta n#gg#s mad that spit it so sick on my first try
They told him we should work some more
But we not the first guy, took time
‘Fore I reached out to the other members
One of (?) but a lot thinner
(I met his page) Then named Tyler, the Creator
I found it funny, he pronounced (?) like flavor
Jokester, it’s even filled with anger
And I thought I was weird, but this n#gg# was way stranger
He had a cool layout on his MySpace page, but that was original
Sound that was 70s Jazz, but still digital
I dig it though, there we go
Talking on aim, talking about our favorite artist, and we roast at the same
I said ‘I love Roy Ayers’, who love Roy Ayers?
I said ‘Pharrell goes hard’, He’s like ‘Man, that’s my father’
So about half a hour of this, we finally figured that we have a lot of common
And now, it’s time for rhyming
He send me a beat, I called it ‘Orange GumDrops’
I put on Volume One!, I love how the drums pop
I was too late for ‘The OF Tape’, but I got a shoutout
The combination of our sounds getting fans, no doubt
That as a unit, we would do it, finally, blew the whistle
Making all this dope sh#t, let’s make this sh#t official
So, I joined the team officially, OF certified
(?) 2009, make music for certain guys and gals that’s ever been questioned
I got it all, I gave them all one simple message, ‘f*ck EM ALL’
Figured something that we could all agree with
3 years gone by, now look at the time
From now until forever, OF until
Until there was confusion, eventually, we lose it
Cause of immaturity on both sides. but thank god for impurity
I still wish him the best, and show love from that red beating thing in my chest
(Outro)
Yeah, so in other words, man
Start hate from my side
I’mma keep it G, man
I can know a man’s hustle
So, don’t get it twisted when you hear these things, man
There’s no hate for me, man
Don’t give a f*ck how you feel
I’ll tell how I feel right now, it is what it is
Out
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