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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 grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, the bullshit that I don't 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
Before they see some halos, and I the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and the squad I bang-o
I tell my [?]
Now lets reload the

Can't a nigga get fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get ass [?] like a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
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 JoJo and fuckin'
No ship in this series, and I want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman 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 side of my noggin
Going than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one in it like Larry David
And I'm that
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my bingo
Pink and on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim

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

Boy, I'm a sicko, nigga but kinda macho, boy
I got some shadow [?], he kinda loco
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 none of that
Have you of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he took the store)

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

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, 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 break
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and
You want the like us, you need to crip that coast
You want to that wheel
You want to that kil'
who am I?