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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 they chop it and 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
Deeper in the quicksand, with no fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the
Drank, and the 20 ounce in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm sittin on the fours that
Comin' candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the that are holding back, let's go!

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

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that in the street
Poverty and desperation made me I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with poppers burn ya block up
the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, gang, five
Its that 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 until I let them fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry 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!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my rating are unreachable
said 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 shit never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now nominated a nigga to come and
Flatten now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' I be blackin' on everything
And it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and '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 National Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more cats 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 with tha IV