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Yeah, when I step in the spot, say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you knew that
Live from the state where they chop it and screw
You on the trill OG, where they 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
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 froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm sittin on the that clack
Comin' down in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are holding back, go!

Look who crept in with weapons
QB till the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye and Em
Track record, goes back to the
adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty gas from a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for and you die fast
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain
Cocaine white Range
on my body like an art exhibit
I did real for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in compartments
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust louder than the that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight that my 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 shit since '91
Niggas can't fuck the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied and made power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with
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 that in the street
and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, gang, five
Its Blood gang five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint lie, they run they mouth, they aint gon' fight
actin' like they 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 place for a
Put in our heart, its the green that we want
Cash Money is the and Weezy the boss!

Rhymes]
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my rating are unreachable
Anything said other than should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever stop, this shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em there he goes again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to and
Flatten now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be that I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated like a nigga with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake em I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and '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 more 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 enough of that, see now Im out the
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole classic with tha Carter IV