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Yeah, when I step in the spot, say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already that
Live from the state they chop it and screw that
You on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
Kush in my cigar, and in the crib
Drank, and the 20 froze in the fridge
You fuckin' PA so you know what it is
I'm sittin on the fours clack
down candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman
And we do it for the pimps that are back, let's go!

Look who crept in with automatic
Reppin' QB the death of him
That that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record, back to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm nasty like gas a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
Gut 'em like a bypass
But ya Nas actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain
Cocaine white Range
on my body like an art exhibit
I did real for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with
Guns in hidden
I was real little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise that I spit
Let's get one thing straight my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like King the VIII
to ya neck bitch
I'm a king in this thing, don't be
Been in this shit '91
Niggas fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
Calm now, was a dude
Studied cowards and made power
Watched Wild Planet seen lions food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really doing songs with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate or my nigga Drake say
"We got time to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all happens in the street
Poverty and desperation me everything I be
I'm a shotta, I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over
to Poppa, Blood gang, five
Its that Blood gang five, but is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, run they mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' like they aint die until I let them 'llamas fly
to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, its the green that we
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, that my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you nicer than me, unfeasible!
ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' he goes again!"
See now they nominated a to come and
Flatten now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' I be blackin' on everything
And make it like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake em when I
And shake 'em and 'em and take 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, aint no of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies,
What the you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now enough of that, see now Im out the
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother with tha Carter IV