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Oh, you the motherfucking man,
Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands,
Oh, you be out the bando selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans,
You see, that's the bullshit I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all 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 reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, I hate Legos
know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see halos, and I reload the ammo
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 [?]
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 JoJo and fuckin'
No in this series, and I just want Iggy, man
We been since Batman have a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of them mamas
And them bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up like the thoughts this side of my
Going harder than the in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry
And I'm nigga
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 with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, being 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 your Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, your Jordans
Went from throwing up to carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but macho, boy
I got some vatos shadow [?], he kinda
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 of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running
took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he took the store)

a cracker with a barrel
Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a rag
[?] got me crazy
heavy, sag to the left
With the strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the blunts getting ya
Ain't worried bout no niggas,
over suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
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, smell the cat on tongue
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, your gums
Teeth missing, moms' 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 need to crip coast
You want to steer that
You want to that kil'
who am I?