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Yeah, when I in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you knew that
Live from the where they chop it and screw that
You on the trill OG, where they do that? (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, with no fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce in the fridge
You fuckin' PA so you know what it is
I'm sittin on the that clack
Comin' candy in the golden '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 automatic weapons
QB till the death of him
That nigga that inspired tyrants 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 and you die fast
Gut 'em like a bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get in the same role
Since 16 I ain't a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art
I did good for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with
Guns in compartments
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust than the noise that I just spit
get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like King the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in this thing, don't be
Been in this shit '91
Niggas can't fuck with the I use
fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a dude
Studied cowards and power moves
Watched Wild seen lions devour food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I really like doing songs with niggas
There go my nigga
Let them niggas or like my nigga Drake say
"We got time to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all happens in the street
Poverty and made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
to Poppa, Blood gang, five
Its that Blood gang five, but green is the line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, run they mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' like aint gon' die until I let them 'llamas 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
Cash Money is the and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my levels are unreachable
Anything other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the of you being 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 got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they nominated a to come and
Flatten now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake em I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another
Aint no fakin, aint no kind of how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a when 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 around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother with tha Carter IV