Oh, you the motherf**king man, huh?

Oh, you be f**king b**ches, counting all the bands, huh?

Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams, huh?

Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh?

You see, that's the b******t that I don't need

I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't f**king with me

See, I look in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"

And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow

Ben's a nice fellow

Your neck reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow

Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos

They know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto

Before they see some halos

And I reload the ammo

Boy is Golf Wang-o

And that's the squad I bang-o

I tell my f**king

Now lets reload the aim-o

Can't a ni**a get some f**king chaos in hurr?

Want the truth in the

And you can get your a** like a kick in the

Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm good

That boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggy

It's the G-O, the L-F

We go-go, no homo

We black out, and go hard like JoJo and f**kin' Diggy

No ship in this series

And I just want Iggy, man

We been Batmen since Batman have a sidekick

Catch me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas

b**ches like the family went to a (Oh no!)

You can't b**ch, I'm a problem

You get f**ked up like the thoughts this side of my noggin

Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter

All my shows got one black in it like Larry David

And I'm that ni**a

Meaning I'm two niggas

I'm schizo, Brent Lowe

My motherf**king bingo

Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole

And I don't really f**k with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, love being darkskinned

23 with the crib and I don't got no tenants

And I don't like sports, but the court got a tennis

Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the f**k out my bidness

See, that's the cherry bomb

Get my burr on

That's McLaren

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Motors Flog Gnaw

Vans on, f**k your Jordans

Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, ni**a!)

Boy, I'm a sicko

Flacko ni**a but kinda macho, boy

I got some vatos shadow , he kinda loco

Pack a pistol, we splitting nachos

Then for that cheese, boy, he some shells just like a taco

So grab your goggles, ni**a

Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that

Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running that

Ni**a took the store from us, yeah, f**k all of that

(Man, he really took the store)

Crack a cracker with a barrel

Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag

got me crip crazy

Pants heavy sag to the left

With the belt strapped, no face mask, ni**a, just toe tags

Still the blunts getting past ya

Ain't worried bout no niggas, ni**a

Grieve over suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles

Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip walking

You was clown-dancing

You wanna be me, huh?

Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't done

Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue

P**sy boy you f**ked over, ni**a, control your gums

Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's done

My square homie's license, double life in my trunk

Mind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffs

Got a strike on my record, double cups, and duck

You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast

You want to steer that wheel

You want to smoke that kil'

Well who am I?