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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 don't
I'm y'all 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"

on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
Your neck reflects yout personality, and is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate
They know they got seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see some halos, and I the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I
I tell my [?]
Now lets reload the

Can't a nigga get fucking chaos in hurr?
the truth in the [?]
And you can get ass [?] like a kick in the snare
my niggy, you know I'm good [?]
That boy's not that bad, enh, no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, and I just Iggy, man
We been Batmen since have a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of them mamas
And bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up like the thoughts side of my noggin
Going harder than the in Harry Potter
All my shows got one in it like Larry David
And I'm that
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my bingo
Pink and on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, out to Jim Crow

get offended, love being darkskinned
23 with the crib and I got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the court got a
Is that on your 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
Went from up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

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

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

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