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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, lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, the bullshit that I don't need
I'm telling niggas, y'all ain't 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 nice
Your neck reflects yout personality, and mine is
Boy, I hit the block, like I Legos
know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see some halos, and I reload the
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and the squad I bang-o
I tell my [?]
Now lets reload the

Can't a nigga get fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get ass [?] like a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you I'm good [?]
boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard 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 like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue 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 than the quidditch in Potter
All my got one black in it like Larry David
And I'm that
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
Pink and yellow on my remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

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

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

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

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