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Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit 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, I hate Legos
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

a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the
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 like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No in this series, and I just want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman have a
Catch me in some vans 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 shows got one black in it like David
And I'm nigga
Meaning I'm two
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 like sports, but the court got a tennis
Is diamonds on your neck? 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, fuck Jordans
from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

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

a cracker with a barrel
Gang bang tattoos, ain't a Louis rag
[?] got me crazy
heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no mask, nigga, just toe tags
the blunts getting past ya
Ain't worried no niggas, nigga
Grieve over suckers, on my knuckles
the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip walking
You was
You be me, huh?

Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he done
Top Dawg, Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you over, nigga, control your gums
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face it's done
My square homie's license, double 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 coast
You want to that wheel
You want to smoke kil'
who am I?