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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 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 nice
neck reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, I hate Legos
They know got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and the squad I bang-o
I my fucking [?]
Now lets the aim-o

Can't a nigga get some fucking in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
That boy's not that bad, enh, no biggy
the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
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 have a
Catch me in some like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get fucked up like the this side of my noggin
Going harder than the quidditch in Potter
All my shows got one black in it Larry David
And I'm that
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, love being
23 with the crib and I got no tenants
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 cherry bomb, get my on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went from up to throwing carnivals (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 like a taco
So your goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was that
Nigga the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he really the store)

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

Cuz is when 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
missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's done
My square license, double life in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and
You want the life like us, you need to that coast
You want to that wheel
You want to smoke that
who am I?