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Yeah, I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you knew that
Live from the where they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a 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
in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the
You fuckin' PA so you know what it is
I'm sittin on the fours that
Comin' down in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps are holding back, let's go!

Look who crept in with automatic
QB till the death of him
That nigga that 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 from a fat man's
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my grow
Cocaine white Range
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 compartments
I was real little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are
That'll bust louder the noise that I just spit
Let's get one straight that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like King Henry the
to ya neck bitch
I'm a in this thing, don't be dumb
in this shit since '91
Niggas can't with the style I use
fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
cowards and made power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs niggas
There go my Wayne
Let them niggas hate or like my Drake say
"We got time to respond 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, when I pop up with them burn ya block up
the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
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 gon'
They actin' like they aint gon' die I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, its the that we want
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my rating are unreachable
said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will end
when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there 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 'em and take 'em to another place
no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, discography
And I done more cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now enough of that, see now Im out the
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother with tha Carter IV