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

Look who crept in automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the of him
That nigga that inspired tyrants like Kanye West and Em
record, goes back to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm nasty gas from a fat man's intestines
I it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the role
Since 16 I grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Range
Tats on my like an art exhibit
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car strippers
in compartments hidden
I was real young little youth, a nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll bust than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin',
Chop heads off like King Henry the
to ya neck bitch
I'm a king in this thing, don't be
Been in shit since '91
Niggas can't fuck with the I use
Your is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied cowards and power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions food
You can say how I move
A nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
There go my nigga
Let them niggas hate or like my Drake say
"We ain't got 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, when I pop up with them poppers ya block up
Call the judges, the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
to Poppa, Blood gang, five
Its that Blood gang five, but green is the bottom
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, run they mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' like they aint gon' die until I let them fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Chi
and heroine, its no place for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, its the that we want
Cash Money is the company and the boss!

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