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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 where they chop it and screw
You hatin' on the trill OG, where do that? (for real!)
need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike 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
in my cigar, and hoes 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
Comin' down candy in the golden
We gettin' to the like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are back, let's go!

Look who crept in automatic weapons
Reppin' QB the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like West and Em
Track record, goes back to the
adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty gas from a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the role
Since 16 I ain't a day old yet my brain grow
white Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat in the car with strippers
Guns in hidden
I was real young little youth, a nigga
Blessings, down, respected
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise I just spit
Let's get one straight that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop off like King Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a in this thing, don't be dumb
in this shit since '91
Niggas can't with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
cowards and made power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen devour food
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't like doing songs with niggas
There go my Wayne
Let them niggas or like my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that in the street
Poverty and made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we over Gotham
to Poppa, Blood gang, five
Its that gang five, but green is the bottom line
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
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, being that my rating are unreachable
Anything said other that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do 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 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 make it what they want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, aint no kind of how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, discography
And I done killed more cats curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies,
What the fuck you niggas hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, for giving us a whole 'nother classic with tha Carter IV