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

Look who crept in automatic weapons
QB till the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical like Kanye West and Em
Track record, back to the Essence
adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain
Cocaine white Range
Tats on my 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 real young youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are
That'll bust louder than the noise I just spit
Let's get one thing that 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, be dumb
in this shit since '91
Niggas fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Klum
now, was a wylin' dude
Studied cowards and power moves
Watched Wild seen lions devour food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate or 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
Poverty and made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
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
actin' like they aint gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no place for a
Put greed in our heart, its the green that we
Cash is the company and Weezy the boss!

Rhymes]
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said 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 will end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' he goes again!"
See now they nominated a to come and
Flatten everything now let me it, nigga run
And they be that I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to place
Aint no fakin, aint no of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, rich
And I done killed more than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas 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, for giving us a whole 'nother classic with tha Carter IV