What Ya Life Like [Freestyle] lyrics

[Intro]
What's ya life's like? What's ya life like? (Put you in place)
What ya life's like? What ya' life li-
What ya life's like? What ya- (Put you in place)

Yeah, yeah, uhh, they, f*ck
Alright, uhh, yeah

[Verse 1]
They ask me if i'm Tyler, the nasty
n*gga that used to be in seventh grade watching the grass, see
But y'all n*ggas in ya whips, with ya rings, and ya hat, with the brims, rolling right past me
But I could give a f*ck less about what you doin'
Who you 'screwin, who you booin'
I got these b*tches brewin' in my gold pots, you could see the Rolex, but your watch
See them gold supers, but you won't stop
I'm in that Bape sh*t, all that Bathing Ape sh*t
That sh*t that make you think my Superman hoodie is cape, sh*t
You on that fake sh*t, that true religion, Abercrombie, postel
n*gga my t-shirt is pastel
My n*gga I pass well, well pass, and I pass that f*cking class well
And when your b*tch see me she be like "Oh my gosh you're skinny but man you're so swell"
I'm like "i'm so swole", this Bape sh*t is so old, older than the ice cream shoes I have that's growin' mold
And they say Ace-ee a genius, I said I play piano, make songs, a big p*nis
Is what I have too, listenin' to Neptune, sh*t, I'm never Mars or Venus, you seen this
My 3-D glasses still the cleanest, eeness, anus, n*gga you could paint this, here's a mothaf*ckin' brush
All you n*ggas 'runnin, but i'm still not in a rush and i'm winnin'
No braces on but i'm grinnin'
Don't believe in god but i'm 'sinnin, hinnen, he-man and she-man and he-man and he's dead
Y'all want the rest but i'm still chillin' in a mothaf*ckin' minivan, like
What it do, what it do, f*ck you and ya crew, OF to the death, nah
Y'all know I do thill, y'all rap ya sentence to the death, n*gga this OF until, until
And n*gga, that's real, and n*gga i'm raw, i'm bigger than my balls
Freezin' cold, eighty-six degrees, heat on me, with ya b*tch screamin' out my name, gaggin' on her knees
And n*gga i'm reez, eatin' mothaf*ckin' ice cream Reeses Pieces
n*gga i'm the ceasest, i'm the sh*t, you can call me Ace The Creator aka, a thesis
I'm eatin' like a feesus
[Outro]
Hahahaha, what the f*ck is my problem, f*ck
Ayo, i'ma let this one right out though
I'ma- I'ma let the keys f*ck up the drugs, ya know?
A-C-E, O.F.M, bangin' on your FM, yes
It was all a dream, now I got my own magazine
Word up, heh, i'm out, peace

Heh, b*tch!