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Oh, you the motherfucking man,
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 that I don't
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking 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, like I hate
know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see some halos, and I reload the
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I
I my fucking [?]
Now reload the aim-o

Can't a nigga get some chaos in hurr?
the truth in the [?]
And you can get ass [?] like a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you I'm good [?]
That boy's not that bad, enh, it's no
the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We black out, and go like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, and I want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman have a
Catch me in vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
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 like David
And I'm nigga
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
Pink and on my neck remind 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 diamonds 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 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 loco
Pack a [?] pistol, we nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells like a taco
So grab goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you don't none of that
Have you of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, all of that
(Man, he took 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
the blunts getting past ya
Ain't worried no niggas, nigga
Grieve suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm the era of crip walking
You was
You wanna be me,

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, double in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we handcuffs
Got a strike on my record, cups, and duck
You want the life us, you need to crip that coast
You want to steer wheel
You want to smoke kil'
who am I?