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Yeah, when I in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew
from the state where they 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 a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, is for kids
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 sittin on the that clack
down candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the that are holding back, let's go!

Look who crept in with automatic
Reppin' QB the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical like Kanye West and Em
Track record, goes back to the
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat man's
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
Gut 'em like a bypass
But ya Nas advocates seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Rov'
Tats on my like an art exhibit
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with
Guns in compartments
I was real young youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
bust louder 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
to ya neck bitch
I'm a king in this thing, don't be
Been in shit since '91
can't fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
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 really like doing songs niggas
go my nigga 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
and desperation made me everything 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, gang, five
Its that Blood gang five, but green is the line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint fight
They actin' like aint gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no for a juvenile
Put in our heart, its the green that we want
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my levels 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 ever gonna stop, shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car in the vocal booth 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' I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated like a nigga constipated a gun
I gotta make it what they want and em when I come
And 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im (DAMN!)
You see I spit 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 of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic tha Carter IV