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Yeah, when I step in the spot, say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you knew that
Live from the state where they chop it and screw
You hatin' on the trill OG, where do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a 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 froze in the
You fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm on the fours that clack
Comin' down candy in the 'Lac
We to the money like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps are holding back, let's go!

Look who crept in with automatic
Reppin' QB till the of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye and Em
Track record, goes back to the
Smack who ask who the best is
I'm like gas from a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain
Cocaine white Rov'
Tats on my like an art exhibit
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's
Fat blunts in the car with
Guns in compartments
I was real young little youth, a nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise that I just
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, be dumb
Been in shit since '91
Niggas can't fuck with the I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied cowards and power moves
Wild Planet seen lions devour food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really like songs with niggas
There go my nigga
Let them hate or like my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got time to to niggas"

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

Rhymes]
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my rating are unreachable
Anything said than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to and
Flatten now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be that I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated like a constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what 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 and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, rich
And I done killed more 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 of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole classic with tha Carter IV