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

Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a fellow
Your neck reflects yout personality, and 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 Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
I my fucking [?]
Now reload the aim-o

Can't a nigga get fucking chaos in hurr?
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, it's no
the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We black out, and go like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, and I just Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman a sidekick
me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas
And bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get fucked up like the thoughts side of my noggin
Going harder the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my got one black in it like Larry David
And I'm nigga
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
Pink and 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 being
23 the crib and I don't got no tenants
And I like sports, but the court got a tennis
Is that diamonds on neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw, on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing (Yeah, nigga!)

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

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

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