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Yeah, when I step in the spot, say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew
Live from the state where they chop it and screw
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, just go' get you
Deeper in the quicksand, no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, is for kids
in my cigar, and hoes 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
Comin' down in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman
And we do it for the pimps that are back, let's go!

Look who crept in automatic weapons
Reppin' QB 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 like gas a fat man's intestines
I it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the same
Since 16 I ain't a day old yet my brain grow
white Range Rov'
Tats on my body an art exhibit
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments
I was real little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll louder than the noise that I just spit
get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop off like King Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in this thing, be dumb
Been in shit since '91
Niggas fuck with the style I use
fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a dude
Studied and made power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions food
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate or like my Drake say
"We ain't got time to to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that in the street
Poverty and made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' Gotham
Word to Poppa, gang, five
Its that Blood gang five, but green is the 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 Larry Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no for a juvenile
Put in our heart, its the green that we want
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my levels are unreachable
Anything other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to and
Flatten now let me dominate it, nigga run
And be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything
And it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and em when I come
And 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, aint no of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up and be creating 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 hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now enough of that, see now Im out the
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic with tha IV