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, that's the bullshit that I don't need I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking 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 fucking Now lets reload the aim-o Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr? Want the truth in the And you can get your ass 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 fuckin' 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 bitches like the family went to a (Oh no!) You can't bitch, I'm a problem You get fucked 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 nigga Meaning I'm two niggas I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking bingo Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole And I don't really fuck 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 fuck out my bidness See, that's the cherry bomb, get my burr on That's McLaren, chevron Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!) Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga 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, nigga Taco Tuesday, you don't 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 (Man, he really took the store)