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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, lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, that's the that I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, 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, a nice fellow
Your neck reflects yout personality, and is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate
They know they got thirty seconds, Jared
Before they see some halos, and I 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?
the truth in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you I'm good [?]
That 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 hard like JoJo and fuckin'
No ship in this series, and I want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman a sidekick
Catch me in vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like that went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get fucked up the thoughts this side of my noggin
Going harder the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my got one black in it like Larry David
And I'm that
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck you of my dickhole
And I don't really with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, love being
23 with the crib and I don't got no
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 bomb, get my burr on
McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw, on, fuck your Jordans
from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

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

Crack a with a barrel
Gang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
Pants heavy, sag to the
With the belt strapped, no mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the getting past ya
Ain't worried bout no niggas,
Grieve over suckers, gunpowder on my
Call the ambulance, I'm the era of crip walking
You was
You be me, huh?

Cuz is wack he raps, and what he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you over, nigga, control your gums
missing, moms' 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 that
You want to smoke kil'
who am I?