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Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams,
Oh, you be smoking, lean, and popping 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 fellow
Your neck yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate
They they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
I tell my [?]
Now lets the aim-o

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

Don't get offended, being darkskinned
23 with the and I don't got no tenants
And I like sports, but the court got a tennis
Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my
See, that's the cherry bomb, get my on
McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing (Yeah, nigga!)

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

a cracker with a barrel
Gang 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 blunts past ya
worried bout no niggas, nigga
Grieve over suckers, on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of walking
You was
You wanna be me,

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