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Oh, you the motherfucking man,
Oh, you be bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be out the bando selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit that I need
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"

Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice
neck reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate
They know they got thirty seconds, Leto
Before they see halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I
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 in the snare
my niggy, you know 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 like and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, and I just Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman a sidekick
Catch me in some 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 like the thoughts 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
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
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 darkskinned
23 with the crib and I got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the court got a
Is that diamonds on neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Motors Gnaw, Vans 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
a [?] pistol, we splitting nachos
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 of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Nigga took the from us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he took the store)

a cracker with a barrel
Gang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, toe tags
Still the getting past ya
worried 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 ain't
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, your gums
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your when it's done
My homie's license, double life in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we handcuffs
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and
You want the life like us, you need to crip coast
You want to that wheel
You want to smoke that
who am I?