[00:00.000] 作词 : Tyler Okonma/Quincy Hanley
[00:00.434] 作曲 : Tyler Okonma/Quincy Hanley
[00:00.868]Oh, you the motherf*cking man, huh?
[00:02.337]Oh, you be f*cking b*tches, counting all the bands, huh?
[00:05.092]Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams, huh?
[00:07.847]Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh?
[00:10.653]You see, that's the bullsh*t that I don't need
[00:13.384]I'm telling y'all n*ggas, y'all ain't f*cking with me
[00:15.845]See, I looked in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
[00:19.462]And I said, "Hey man, I agree"
[00:22.920]Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
[00:25.066]Your neck reflects your personality, and mine is yellow
[00:27.978]Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos
[00:30.753]They know, they got thirty seconds; Jared Leto
[00:33.610]Before they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
[00:36.281]Boy, it's Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
[00:39.137]Until my f*cking brain go, now let's reload the aim-o
[00:43.354]Can't a n*gga get some f*cking chaos in hurr?
[00:46.481]I'm the truth and the dare
[00:47.696]And you can get your ass beat just like the kick and the snare
[00:50.359]ScHoolboy's my niggy, you know I'm good in the 50s
[00:53.069]That boy not that bad, eh, it's no Biggie
[00:55.957]It's the G-O, and the L-F, we go-go, no homo
[00:58.770]We blackout, and go hard like JoJo and f*ckin' Diggy
[01:01.697]No ship in this series, since I pissed off Iggy man
[01:04.449]Been that man since Batman had a sidekick
[01:07.567]Catch me in some Vans like one of them soccer mamas
[01:10.184]And them b*tches blue like that family went to a Dodger
[01:13.078]Solve 'em (Oh no!) You can't b*tch, I'm a problem
[01:16.010]And you'll get f*cked up like the thoughts inside of my noggin
[01:18.669]Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
[01:21.528]All my shows got one black in it like Larry David
[01:24.326]And I'm that n*gga, meaning I'm two n*ggas, I'm schizo
[01:27.591]Brent Lowe, mind motherf*ckin' been gone
[01:30.180]Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my ****hole
[01:32.943]And I don't really f*ck with you n*ggas, shout out to Jim Crow
[01:35.770]Don't get offended, love being darkskinned-ed
[01:38.537]23 with a crib, and I don't got no tenants
[01:41.089]And I don't like sports, but the court got a tennis
[01:43.834]Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the f*ck out my business
[01:46.936]See, that's that Cherry Bomb, get my burr on
[01:49.535]That's McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
[01:52.166]Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, f*ck your Jordans
[01:54.777]Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals
[01:58.279]Boy, I'm a sicko, Flaco n*gga, but kinda macho
[02:00.934]Boy, I got some vatos and shout out to ScHooly, he kinda loco
[02:03.522]Pack a de la pistol, we splitting nachos, then for that cheese
[02:06.599]Boy, he was using some shells just like a taco, so grab your goggles
[02:09.284]N*gga, Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that
[02:11.939]Have you heard of Fairfax? Boy, we was running that
[02:14.672]N*gga took the store from us, yeah, f*ck all of that
[02:17.511](Man, he really took the store)
[02:20.995]Crack a cracker with a barrel, uh (yeah)
[02:22.745]Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag (rag)
[02:25.858]Orange Paisley got me crip crazy (uh, sup cuz?)
[02:28.129]Pants heavy, sag to the left with the belt strapped
[02:30.440]No face mask, n*gga, just toe tags
[02:31.915]Still, the blunts getting passed, yeah
[02:33.684]Ain't worried 'bout no n*ggas (n*gga)
[02:35.246]I don't grieve over suckers (sucker)
[02:36.672]Gunpowder on my knuckles (knuckle)
[02:38.037]Call the ambulances (ambulances)
[02:39.181]I'm from the era of crip walking
[02:40.594]You was clown-dancing, you wanna be me, huh?
[02:43.305]Cuz is wack in his raps and what he rap, he ain't done
[02:45.894]It's Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
[02:48.603]Pus*yboy, you f*cked over, n*gga, control your gums
[02:51.657]Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's lump
[02:54.444]My ****** homie's license, double life in my trunk
[02:57.112]Mind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffs
[03:00.340]Got a strike on my record, double cups, and duck
[03:03.029]You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast
[03:06.033]You want to steer that wheel, you want to smoke that kill
[03:08.803]Well, who am I?