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Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans,
You see, the bullshit that I don't need
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 yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate
know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see some halos, and I reload the
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the I bang-o
I my fucking [?]
Now lets reload the

Can't a nigga get some fucking in hurr?
the truth in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you I'm good [?]
That not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We black out, and go hard JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No in this series, and I just want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since have a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of soccer mamas
And them blue like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get up like 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 yellow on my neck remind you of my
And I really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

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

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

Crack a cracker a barrel
bang tattoos, this 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,
over suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of 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 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 like us, you to crip that coast
You want to steer wheel
You want to smoke kil'
who am I?