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Yeah, when I 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 hatin' on the OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you
Deeper in the quicksand, no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, is for kids
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the
Drank, and the 20 ounce in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you what it is
I'm sittin on the fours clack
Comin' down in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are back, let's go!

Look who crept in with automatic
Reppin' QB the death of him
That that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record, goes 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 to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine Range Rov'
Tats on my like an art exhibit
I did good for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in hidden
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll louder than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin',
Chop heads off like King the VIII
to ya neck bitch
I'm a king in thing, don't be dumb
in this shit since '91
Niggas fuck with the style I use
Your is sealed, no Heidi Klum
now, was a wylin' dude
Studied 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 with niggas
There go my nigga
Let them hate or like my nigga Drake say
"We got time to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the
Poverty and desperation made me I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya up
the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, gang, five
Its that Blood gang five, but green is the bottom
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, aint gon' fight
They actin' like they aint 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 green we want
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my rating levels are
Anything said other that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do 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
everything now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be on everything
And it complicated like a nigga constipated with 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 and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, rich
And I done killed more than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you sorry and owe apologies, quick
the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now enough of that, see now Im out the
Tunechi, thanks for us a whole 'nother classic with tha Carter IV