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Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands,
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams,
Oh, you be smoking, lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't 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 fellow
Your reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate
They know 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 my fucking [?]
Now lets reload the

Can't a nigga get fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the
my niggy, you know 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 like and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, and I want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since have a sidekick
Catch me in vans like one of them soccer mamas
And bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get up like the thoughts this side of my noggin
Going harder the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like David
And I'm that
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
Pink and yellow on my remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, out to Jim Crow

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

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but macho, boy
I got some vatos shadow [?], he loco
Pack a [?] pistol, we nachos
for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just like a taco
So grab your goggles,
Taco Tuesday, you don't want of that
Have you of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, all of that
(Man, he really the store)

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

Cuz is wack he raps, and what he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, control 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 on my record, double cups, and duck
You want the life like us, you need to crip coast
You want to steer wheel
You want to smoke that
who am I?