Oh, you the mother***in' man, huh? Oh, you be ***in' bitches, countin' all the bands, huh? Oh, you be trappin' out the bando, sellin' grams, huh? Oh, you be smokin', drinkin', leanin', poppin' Xans, huh? You see, that's that bullshit that I don't need I'm tellin' y'all niggas, y'all ain't ***in' with me See, I looked 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 reflect your personality, and mine is yellow Boy, I hit the block like I hit Legos They know, they got 30 seconds to relate-o Before they see some halos, then I'll reload the ammo Boy, it's golf wango, and that's the squad I bango Until I'm a ***in' Rango, now let's reload the ammo Can a nigga get some ***in' chaos in here? I'm the truth to the dare Get your ass, bitches, like a kick in the snare Smoothie boy is my nigga, you know I'm good in the 50s That boy not that bad, it's no biggie It's the G.O. in L.A., go, go, no, oh, no Black out, go all-in, you doin' ***in' biggie ***, been this series, I was on Iggy, man Been that man since Batman had a sidekick Catch me in some bands like one of them soccer mamas And them bitches blew like that family went to a dive Just solve them, oh, no, you can't, bitch I'm a problem, and you'll get *** up Like the thoughts inside of my noggin Goin' harder than the Quidditch and Harry Potter On my show, throwin' black in it like Harry Divert And I'm that nigga, meanin' I'm two niggas I'm schizo, gremlo, my mother***in' bingo Pink and yellow on my neck, remind you of my dick hole And I don't really *** with you niggas, shut up, Jim Crow Don't get offended, love bein' dark-skinned Two and a three with a crib, and I don't got no tenets And I don't like sports, but the court got a tennis Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the *** out my business See, that's that cher bomb, get my burr on That's my chlorine, not the one, not the Chevron Motor's flawed, long bands on, *** your Joe Dimes Went from throwin' up to throwin' carnivals Boy, I'm a sicko, flocko nigga, but kinda macho Boy, I got some bottles, and shout out Scootie He kinda loco, pack a day like pistos, we spittin' nachos And for that cheese, boy, he would use some shells Just like a taco, so *** your goggles, nigga Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that Have you heard of Fairfax? Boy, we was runnin' that Nigga took the store from us, yeah, *** all of that Damn, he really took the store Like a cracker with a barrel, yeah Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag Come on, you basically got me cr-crazy Pants heavy, sack to the left with the belt strapped Those face masks, nigga, just toe tags Still a blunt, get past ya Worryin' bout them niggas? Grieve over suckas, gunpowder on my knuckles I'm on an ambulance I'm the era of grip walking You a clown dancer You wanna feed me? Your cousin's wack and his rap's a woody rap, he ain't done You sucked off with gangs, then mother cattle your tongue Pussy boy, you *** over, nigga Draw your gums Teeth missing, mimes don't recognize your face with his lung My square homies sliced and stub a life in my trunk My power body and soul, we break handcuffs I got a stripe on my record, double cups and dub Hold the life like boss, you need to clear that cause You wanna steal that deal, you wanna smoke that deal Who am I?