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Yeah, I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you knew that
Live from the state they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do (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, with no fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the
Drank, and the 20 ounce in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you what it is
I'm sittin on the fours that
Comin' down in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are back, let's go!

Look who crept in with automatic
QB till the death of him
That nigga that lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
record, goes back to the Essence
Smack who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas advocates actors to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art
I did real good for a project
Was a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat in the car with strippers
in compartments hidden
I was real young youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are
That'll bust than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight my crown ain't for testin', testin'
heads off like King Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya neck
I'm a king in this thing, be dumb
Been in this shit '91
Niggas can't fuck the style I use
fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a dude
Studied cowards and made power
Watched Planet seen lions devour food
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs niggas
There go my nigga
Let them niggas or like my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got time to to niggas"

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

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