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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 chop 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 like a bike no kickstand
Get out my mix man, go' get you stuck
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 froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm sittin on the that clack
Comin' down candy in the '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
QB till the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical like Kanye West and Em
Track record, back 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 and you die fast
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors to get typecast in the same role
16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine Range Rov'
on my body like an art exhibit
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with
Guns in hidden
I was real young youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
bust louder than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight my crown ain't for testin', testin'
heads off like King Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in this thing, don't be
in this shit since '91
Niggas can't fuck the style I use
Your is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied cowards and power moves
Wild Planet seen lions devour food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really like songs with niggas
There go my nigga
Let them niggas or like 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 them burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' Gotham
to Poppa, Blood 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
They actin' like they aint gon' die until I let them fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no place for a
Put greed in our heart, its the green that we
Cash Money is the company and the boss!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my rating are unreachable
Anything other 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 will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em there he goes again!"
See now they nominated a to come and
Flatten everything now let me it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be on everything
And make it complicated like a 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, no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I National Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you still 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 with tha Carter IV