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Yeah, when I step in the spot, say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew
Live from the state where they chop it and that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do (for real!)
need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a 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
in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the
You fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm on the fours that clack
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 automatic weapons
Reppin' QB the death of him
That nigga that lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record, back to the Essence
Smack who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the same
16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine Range Rov'
Tats on my body an art exhibit
I did real good for a project
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's
Fat blunts in the car strippers
in compartments hidden
I was real young little youth, a novice
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 straight that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
heads off like King Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a in this thing, don't be dumb
in this shit since '91
Niggas can't with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
Calm now, was a dude
Studied cowards and power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing with niggas
There go my nigga
Let them niggas hate or like my nigga 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 them burn ya block up
the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
Its that Blood five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint lie, they run they mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' like they aint die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from to Larry Hoover Chi
and heroine, its no place for a juvenile
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 that my levels are unreachable
Anything other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever stop, this shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he again!"
See now they nominated a to come and
Flatten everything now let me 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 what want and wake em when I come
And 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place
no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit Treasure, discography rich
And I done more cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies,
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you bitch?
Okay, now enough of that, see now Im out the
Tunechi, thanks for us a whole 'nother classic with tha Carter IV