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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 they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, they do that? (for real!)
need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck like 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, is for kids
Kush in my cigar, and in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm sittin on the fours that
Comin' down candy in the golden
We gettin' to the 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 lyrical 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 pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain
Cocaine white Rov'
Tats on my body like an art
I did real for a project nigga
Was a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in hidden
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise that I just
Let's get one thing that my crown ain't for testin', 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 Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied cowards and made moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with
There go my Wayne
Let them hate 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 them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we over Gotham
to Poppa, Blood gang, five
Its Blood gang 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, from Watts to Larry Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, its the green that we
Cash Money is the and Weezy the boss!

Rhymes]
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my levels are unreachable
Anything said other than should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, shit 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 to come and
Flatten everything now let me it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be on everything
And make it like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to place
Aint no fakin, no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation Im done (DAMN!)
You see I National Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a 'nother classic with tha Carter IV