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Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans,
You see, that's the bullshit that I need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all 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, 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, Jared
Before they see some halos, and I the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the I bang-o
I tell my [?]
Now reload the aim-o

a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get ass [?] like a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
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 hard like and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in series, and I just want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman have a
Catch me in vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like that family to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up the thoughts this side of my noggin
Going than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry
And I'm that
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
Pink and on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim

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

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

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

Cuz is wack when he raps, and he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, your gums
Teeth missing, won't recognize your face when it's done
My square homie's license, double life in my
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 to steer that wheel
You want to smoke kil'
who am I?