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Yeah, when I step in the spot, say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already that
Live from the state 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 like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, go' get you stuck
in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
Kush in my cigar, and in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce in the fridge
You with PA so you know what it is
I'm on the fours that clack
down candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Sachs
And we do it for the that are holding back, let's go!

Look who in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB the death of him
That that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record, goes to the Essence
Smack 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 like a bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the same
16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Range
Tats on my body like an art
I did real good for a project
Was a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll bust louder than the that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight that my crown for testin', testin'
Chop heads off King Henry 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 with the I use
Your is sealed, no Heidi Klum
now, was a wylin' dude
Studied and made power moves
Watched Wild seen lions devour food
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I really like doing songs with niggas
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 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' 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, aint gon' fight
They actin' like they aint gon' die until I let them fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, 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
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, that my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer 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 got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now nominated a nigga to come and
Flatten now let me dominate it, nigga run
And be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything
And make it like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what 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 everything and be creating a when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe
Okay, now enough of that, see now Im out the
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a 'nother classic with tha Carter IV