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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
the fuck back like a bike 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 froze in the
You fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm sittin on the fours that
down candy in the golden 'Lac
We to the money like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are back, let's go!

Look who in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like West and Em
record, goes back to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm nasty like gas a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Rov'
Tats on my body an art exhibit
I did good for a project nigga
Was once a sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments
I was real young little youth, a nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll bust than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight that my ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like King Henry the
Guillotine to ya neck
I'm a king in thing, don't be dumb
in this shit since '91
Niggas can't fuck the style I use
fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied cowards and made moves
Watched Wild Planet lions devour food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't like doing songs with niggas
There go my Wayne
Let them hate or like my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all happens in the street
Poverty and desperation me everything I be
I'm a shotta, I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over
to Poppa, Blood 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 gon' fight
They actin' like aint gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Hoover Chi
and heroine, its no place for a juvenile
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 thought of you being nicer me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to and
everything now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be on everything
And make it like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it they want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another
no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im (DAMN!)
You see I spit Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still around here 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