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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, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all 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 yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I Legos
They know they got seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I
I my fucking [?]
Now reload the aim-o

Can't a get some fucking chaos in hurr?
the truth in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you I'm good [?]
That not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
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 just Iggy, man
We Batmen since Batman have a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of soccer mamas
And them bitches blue that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up like the thoughts this side of my
harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it Larry David
And I'm that
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 you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, love darkskinned
23 the crib and I don't got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the court got a
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 your
Went from throwing up to carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko but kinda macho, boy
I got some shadow [?], he kinda loco
a [?] pistol, we splitting nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] shells just like a taco
So grab goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was that
took the store from 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 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
the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip walking
You was
You be me, huh?

Cuz is wack when he raps, and 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, life 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 to smoke that kil'
who am I?