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Yeah, I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already that
Live from the state where chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you
in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the
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' 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 crept in with weapons
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 typecast in the role
Since 16 I grow a day old yet my brain grow
white Range Rov'
Tats on my like an art exhibit
I did good for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's
Fat in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my 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 bitch
I'm a in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this since '91
can't fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Klum
now, was a wylin' dude
Studied and made power moves
Watched Wild Planet 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 happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya up
Call the judges, the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
to Poppa, Blood gang, five
Its Blood gang five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' they aint gon' die until I let them 'llamas 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 we want
Cash Money is the company and the boss!

Rhymes]
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will end
Thats when you hear a car in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they a nigga to come and
everything now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' I be blackin' on everything
And make it like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake em when I
And shake 'em and 'em and take 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
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' here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic tha Carter IV