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Yeah, I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already that
Live from the state where they chop it and that
You on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you
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 in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm on the fours that clack
Comin' down candy in the 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are holding back, go!

Look who crept in with automatic
Reppin' QB till the of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like West and Em
record, goes back to the Essence
Smack who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas advocates actors to get typecast in the same role
16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine Range Rov'
on my body like an art exhibit
I did good for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments
I was real young youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one straight that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like King the VIII
Guillotine to ya neck
I'm a in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this shit '91
Niggas can't with the style I use
fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
cowards and made power moves
Watched Wild Planet lions devour food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really doing songs with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate or like my Drake 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, I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
Its that gang five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint 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 that we want
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 thought of you nicer than me, unfeasible!
ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now nominated a nigga to come and
Flatten everything now let me dominate it, 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 wake em I come
And shake 'em and 'em and take 'em to another place
no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit Treasure, discography rich
And I done more cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies,
the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a 'nother classic with tha Carter IV