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Oh, you the motherfucking man,
Oh, you be bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be out the bando selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, ain't fucking with me
See, I look in the and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, a nice fellow
neck reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I Legos
They know they got thirty seconds, Leto
Before they see some halos, and I reload the
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and the squad I bang-o
I my fucking [?]
Now reload the aim-o

Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in
the truth in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] a kick in the snare
my niggy, you know I'm good [?]
That boy's not that bad, enh, no biggy
the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We black out, and go like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in series, and I just want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since have a sidekick
me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up like the thoughts this side of my
Going harder the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it Larry David
And I'm nigga
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim

Don't get offended, love being
23 with the crib and I don't got no
And I like sports, but the court got a tennis
Is that diamonds on your neck? the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck Jordans
Went from up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, nigga but kinda macho, boy
I got some vatos shadow [?], he kinda
Pack a [?] pistol, we splitting
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] shells just like a taco
So grab your goggles,
Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of
Have you of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Nigga took the store us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he took the store)

a cracker with a barrel
Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a rag
[?] got me crip
heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the blunts past ya
Ain't bout no niggas, nigga
Grieve over suckers, on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip
You was
You be me, huh?

Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you over, nigga, control your gums
missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's done
My square license, double life in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we handcuffs
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and
You the life like us, you need to crip that coast
You to steer that wheel
You want to smoke that
who am I?