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Oh, you the motherfucking man,
Oh, you be fucking bitches, all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit that I need
I'm telling 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"

on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
Your neck reflects yout personality, and mine is
Boy, I hit the block, I hate Legos
They know they got seconds, Jared Leto
they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I
I tell my [?]
Now lets the aim-o

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

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

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

Crack a cracker a barrel
Gang bang tattoos, ain't a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
Pants heavy, sag to the
With the strapped, no face 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 when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, control your
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your when it's done
My square homie's license, life 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 to crip that coast
You to steer that wheel
You want to smoke that
who am I?