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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 popping Xans,
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, Ben's a nice
Your reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, I hate Legos
know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
I my fucking [?]
Now lets the aim-o

a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you I'm good [?]
boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard like and fuckin' Diggy
No in this series, and I just want Iggy, man
We Batmen since Batman have a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of them mamas
And them bitches blue like that family to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up the thoughts this side of my noggin
Going harder than the quidditch in Harry
All my shows got one black in it like David
And I'm nigga
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, being darkskinned
23 with the and I don't got no tenants
And I like sports, but the court got a tennis
Is that diamonds on your neck? the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the cherry bomb, get my on
McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to 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 cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just like a taco
So grab your goggles,
Taco Tuesday, you want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, all of that
(Man, he took the store)

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

Cuz is when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
boy you fucked over, nigga, control your gums
Teeth missing, moms' won't 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, double cups, and
You want the life like us, you to crip that coast
You to steer that wheel
You want to smoke kil'
who am I?