Rasta MellowHype (Ft. Tyler, The Creator)

[Intro]
Yeah, welcome to the show
I hope you like us and if you don't, fuck you

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
Black rasta band, fitted caps, no dreads
Look into the crowd, I see soldout heads
Tyler hit the drums while I pump up the fans
Left Brain with his shirt off jumping in the stands
Everybody hyped up and waving they hands
Spotlight so bright man, we all gon' have tans
Take this purchase like grams, Odd Future goes harder
Than sliced Thanksgiving honey roasted ham
Getting butter to the jam, so jam
Start in the PM, and end in the AM
I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram
I patrol control, so a fucking controller
These niggas crying, put 'em in a stroller
I stroll up in the fucking Range Rover
Red Rover, green Rover and I'm finna run you over

[Interlude]
Today's Friday, what do you do on Friday? Get high
You could hang with some friends, get some people, get together
You buy some tickets, you gon' see a great fucking show
Ace, Hodgy Beats, Left Brain, bitch!
Welcome to the show! Welcome to the show, bitch!
I hope you like us! You should love us actually, we work hard
Now, I'm gon' introduce you to the man on the drums
Ace the Fucking Creator, bitch!