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Yeah, when I 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 trill OG, they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back 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, those is for
Kush in my cigar, and in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the
You fuckin' with PA so you what it is
I'm sittin on the that clack
Comin' candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman
And we do it for the pimps that are holding back, go!

Look who crept in with weapons
Reppin' QB till the of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like West and Em
Track record, back to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat man's
I it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the same
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my grow
Cocaine white Range
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 digested
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
bust louder than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
heads off like King Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya neck
I'm a king in thing, don't be dumb
Been in shit since '91
can't fuck with the style I use
Your is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a dude
cowards and made power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen devour food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with
There go my nigga
Let them hate or like my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got time to to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the
and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, gang, five
Its that Blood gang five, but green is the bottom
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint fight
actin' like 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 that we want
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, that my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other than that be silenced, unspeakable!
And the of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do gonna stop, this shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em there he goes again!"
See now they a nigga to come and
everything now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on
And make it complicated like a constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake em when I
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another
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 spit National Treasure, rich
And I done killed more cats curiosity, snitch!
of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for us a whole 'nother classic with tha Carter IV