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Yeah, I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you knew that
Live the state where they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, they do that? (for real!)
need to get off the dick, man
Fall the 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, those is for
Kush in my cigar, and in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce in the fridge
You with PA so you know what it is
I'm sittin on the fours clack
Comin' down candy in the 'Lac
We gettin' to the like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are back, let's go!

Look who crept in with automatic
Reppin' QB the death of him
That nigga that lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
record, goes back to the Essence
Smack who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat 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
Cocaine white Range
Tats on my body like an art
I did real good for a nigga
Was a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in compartments
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are
That'll louder 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 the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this shit '91
Niggas can't with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied cowards and made moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I really like doing songs with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate or like my Drake say
"We ain't got to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that in the street
Poverty and desperation me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
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
They actin' they aint gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no place for a
Put greed in our heart, its the that we want
Cash Money is the company and the boss!

[Busta
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my levels are unreachable
Anything other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever stop, this shit will never end
Thats when you a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to and
Flatten everything now let me it, nigga run
And they be knowin' I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated like a nigga constipated a gun
I gotta make it what they want and em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and '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 National Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you sorry 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 with tha Carter IV