text: Oh, you the motherfucking man, huh?
  Oh, you be fucking bitches, 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, thats the bullshit that I dont need
  Im telling yall niggas, yall aint fucking 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, Bens a nice fellow
  Your neck reflects your 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, its Golf Wang-o, and thats the squad I bang-o
  Until my fucking brain go, now lets reload the aim-o
  Cant a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
  Im the truth and the dare
  And you can get your ass beat just like the kick and the snare
  ScHoolboys my niggy, you know Im good in the 50s
  That boy not that bad, eh, its no Biggie
  Its the G-O, and the L-F, we go-go, no homo
  We blackout, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin Diggy
  No ship in this series, since I pissed off Iggy man
  Been that man since Batman had a sidekick
  Catch me in some Vans like one of them soccer mamas
  And them bitches blue like that family went to a Dodger
  Solve em You cant bitch, Im a problem
  And youll get fucked up like the thoughts inside of my noggin
  Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
  All my shows got one black in it like Larry David
  And Im that nigga, meaning Im two niggas, Im schizo
  Brent Lowe, mind motherfuckin been gone
  Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
  And I dont really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow
  Dont get offended, love being darkskinned-ed
  23 with a crib, and I dont got no tenants
  And I dont like sports, but the court got a tennis
  Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my business
  See, thats that Cherry Bomb, get my burr on
  Thats McLaren, 91 out the Chevron
  Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
  Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals 
  Boy, Im a sicko, Flaco nigga, but kinda macho
  Boy, I got some vatos and shout out to ScHooly, he kinda loco
  Pack a de la pistol, we splitting nachos, then for that cheese
  Boy, he was using some shells just like a taco, so grab your goggles
  Nigga, Taco Tuesday, you dont want none of that
  Have you heard of Fairfax? Boy, we was running that
  Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that
  Crack a cracker with a barrel, uh 
  Gang bang tattoos, this aint a Louis rag 
  Orange Paisley got me crip crazy 
  Pants heavy, sag to the left with the belt strapped
  No face mask, nigga, just toe tags
  Still, the blunts getting passed, yeah
  Aint worried bout no niggas 
  I dont grieve over suckers 
  Gunpowder on my knuckles 
  Call the ambulances 
  Im from the era of crip walking
  You was clown-dancing, you wanna be me, huh?
  Cuz is wack in his raps and what he rap, he aint done
  Its Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
  Pussyboy, you fucked over, nigga, control your gums
  Teeth missing, moms wont recognize your face when its lump
  My square homies 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 kill
  Well, who am I?