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Oh, you the motherfucking man,
Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands,
Oh, you be trapping out the selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans,
You see, the bullshit that I don't need
I'm telling niggas, y'all 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, a nice fellow
neck reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I Legos
They they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see some halos, and I the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and the squad I bang-o
I tell my [?]
Now lets the aim-o

Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in
Want the in the [?]
And you can get ass [?] like a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
That not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We out, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, and I just Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman have a
Catch me in some vans like one of 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 this side of my noggin
Going harder than the in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like David
And I'm nigga
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my bingo
and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I really 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 don't like sports, but the court got a
Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the out my bidness
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing (Yeah, nigga!)

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

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

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