Jack
The Creator Lyrics

They don't paint pictures, they just trace me
Others don't come up with original ideas but copy and imitate me.

Odd Future, I'm your mothafucking sergeant
I am the leader of Odd Future, a rap collective.

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
I am in control and I like to wear clothes from Freshjive and BBC because they're affordable and a good value for the money.

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
I wear a cow print t-shirt and am on a farm surrounded by roosters. I have a sexual power over women and they are attracted to me like a noodle to water. I am so powerful that even their pets, poodles, are attracted to me too.

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
In my free time, I am dominating women sexually (tossing their salads) and even eating up their leftovers (croutons). I was supposed to go to Bangkok with a woman named Erica, but she realized she's not interested in sex with men.

To Soho, Baby Milo so dope The cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propane Niggas get the picture, I see, why?
I go to Soho and like Baby Milo clothing. My raps are powerful and hot like the flow of cocaine and propane. People understand my message clearly.

My nigga, no hook No hook, fuck a hook
There is no need for a catchy hook in this song. It is raw and real.

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
I feel alone because people don't like me for not following popular fashion trends. I don't like Supreme and prefer to wear Wranglers and a White T while still feeling cool in my own way.

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
I wear doo-rags that match my outfit and wear my pants low. My hat matches my Fubu pull over. I don't care for fancy cars like a Rover Range and instead drive a unicorn. My girlfriend is unique and unusual.

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
I am the only rapper not wearing a chain and instead wear a four finger ring that has a humorous tone. I go to political rallies and shout out the opposing candidate's name. I consider rude and ignorant people to be 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
I come from a low-income, rough area (Ladera). You shouldn't forget your roots. I am in charge and can teach others. I like girls of different races. I am so rich I can give out candies during Easter, while you are still struggling.

(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
The gold is in my car (back), and the girl I'm with is hot (front). The beat is very powerful (like a bully), while the lyrics are weak (like a punk). The sky is pink and beautiful. The gold resides in my mind. I control my thoughts and everything around me. The beat is getting old, so leave the song now.

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
I am a master at using synthesizers and chord keys. The music I create has a lasting impact on people. The use of plastic hi-hats creates a unique, elastic sound. Others can copy me, but I am confident in my musical abilities. I am very energetic and didn't take my medication (Ritalin). This is a hype track that I want to promote. I have the ability to influence others and make people dance uncontrollably through my music.

Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.M, banging on your FM Ace the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, thank you to HypeBeast
This is a great song by me, Ace the Creator, and my group Odd Future. Please play it on the radio. I want to give a shoutout to HypeBeast for their support.