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

Look who crept in with automatic
QB till the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye and Em
record, goes back to the Essence
Smack who ask who the best is
I'm nasty gas from a fat man's intestines
I it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em like a bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the same
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 Chandon
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in hidden
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise that I just
Let's get one thing straight my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop off like King Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya neck
I'm a king in this thing, don't be
Been in this shit '91
can't fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Klum
now, was a wylin' dude
Studied and made power moves
Watched Planet seen lions devour food
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with
There go my Wayne
Let niggas hate or like my nigga 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, when I pop up with them poppers ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' Gotham
Word to Poppa, gang, five
Its Blood 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 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 we want
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 other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you 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 booth got 'em sayin' he goes again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to and
Flatten everything now let me it, nigga run
And they be knowin' I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated like a constipated with a gun
I make it what they want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and 'em and take 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be
Up and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit Treasure, discography 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