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Yeah, when I in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew
Live the state where they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
the fuck back like a bike with 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
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the
Drank, and the 20 froze in the fridge
You with PA so you know what it is
I'm sittin on the fours that
Comin' candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are holding back, go!

Look who crept in with automatic
Reppin' QB the death of him
nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record, back to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat intestines
I it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get in the same role
Since 16 I ain't a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Range
Tats on my like an art exhibit
I did good for a project nigga
Was once a sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with
Guns in hidden
I was real young little youth, a nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise I just spit
Let's get one thing 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, don't be
Been in this 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 nigga, and I don't really 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
Call the judges, call the coppers, we over Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
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
Poverty and heroine, its no place for a
Put greed in our heart, its the that we want
Cash is the company and Weezy the boss!

Rhymes]
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my rating levels are
Anything said other than that be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever stop, this shit will never end
when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now nominated a nigga to come and
everything now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on
And it complicated 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
Aint no fakin, aint no kind of how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im (DAMN!)
You see I National Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies,
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic tha Carter IV