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Oh, you the motherfucking man,
Oh, you be fucking bitches, all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit that I don't
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"

on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
Your neck yout personality, and mine is yellow
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 the squad I bang-o
I my fucking [?]
Now lets reload the

Can't a nigga get fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the
my niggy, you know I'm good [?]
That boy's not bad, enh, it's no biggy
the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We out, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
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 soccer
And them bitches blue like family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up the thoughts this side of my noggin
harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry
And I'm nigga
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my
And I really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

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

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but macho, boy
I got vatos shadow [?], he kinda loco
Pack a [?] pistol, we nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells like a taco
So grab your goggles,
Taco Tuesday, you don't want of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running
Nigga took the from us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he really the store)

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

Cuz is wack 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
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's
My homie's license, double life 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?