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Yeah, when I in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew
Live from the state where 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 like a bike 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
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the
Drank, and the 20 froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you what it is
I'm on the fours that clack
Comin' down candy in the golden
We to the money like it's Goldman Sachs
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 nigga inspired 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 from a fat intestines
I it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my grow
Cocaine white Rov'
on my body 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 novice
Blessings, down, respected
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off King Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in this thing, be dumb
Been in this since '91
Niggas fuck with the style I use
fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a dude
Studied and made power moves
Watched Wild Planet lions devour food
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like songs with niggas
There go my Wayne
Let them niggas hate or like my nigga say
"We got time to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that in the street
Poverty and desperation made me I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with poppers burn ya block up
the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
Its that Blood five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' like they aint gon' die until I let 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, 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
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other than that be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit 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 everything now let me dominate it, run
And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on
And make it complicated a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it they want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to place
Aint no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be
Up and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I National Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you 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 classic tha Carter IV