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

Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a fellow
Your neck yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, I hate Legos
They know they got thirty seconds, Jared
Before they see halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the I bang-o
I tell my [?]
Now reload the aim-o

Can't a nigga get fucking chaos in hurr?
the truth in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a 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 hard like JoJo and fuckin'
No ship in series, and I just want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since have a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of them soccer
And them bitches like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up like the thoughts this of my noggin
harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like David
And I'm that
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my bingo
and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

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

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko but kinda macho, boy
I got some vatos shadow [?], he kinda
Pack a [?] pistol, we nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just like a
So your goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you want none of that
Have you of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Nigga the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he took the store)

Crack a cracker with a
bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, toe tags
the blunts getting past ya
Ain't worried bout no niggas,
over suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm the era of crip walking
You was
You wanna be me,

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