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Yeah, I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you knew that
Live from the state where they chop it and that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where do that? (for real!)
need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you
in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you what it is
I'm sittin on the that clack
Comin' down candy in the golden
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman
And we do it for the pimps are holding back, let's go!

Look who in with automatic weapons
QB till the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical like Kanye West and Em
Track record, back to the Essence
Smack who ask who the best is
I'm nasty gas from a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
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 in the car with strippers
in compartments hidden
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, with my shooters are
That'll bust louder than the that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight 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 this shit '91
Niggas can't with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
now, was a wylin' dude
Studied cowards and power moves
Watched Wild Planet lions devour food
You can say how I move
A nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas or like my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got time to to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all happens in the street
and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them burn ya block up
Call the judges, 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 gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' like they gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
and heroine, its no place for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, its the green that we
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, that my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the of you being 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 booth got 'em sayin' there he again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to 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 what they want and wake em when I
And 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, rich
And I done killed cats than curiosity, snitch!
of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the you niggas 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 classic with tha Carter IV