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Yeah, when I in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew
Live from the state they chop it and screw that
You on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the back like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, go' get you stuck
in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, is for kids
Kush in my cigar, and in the crib
Drank, and the 20 froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you what it is
I'm sittin on the that clack
down candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the that are holding back, let's go!

Look who crept in with automatic
Reppin' QB the death of him
That nigga that inspired tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record, goes to the Essence
adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm like gas from a fat man's intestines
I it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas advocates seemed 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 real good for a project
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with
Guns in hidden
I was real young little youth, a nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise that I just
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 in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this since '91
can't fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
cowards and made power moves
Watched Wild Planet lions devour food
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with
go my nigga Wayne
Let niggas hate or like my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that in the street
and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over
to Poppa, Blood gang, five
Its Blood gang five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' like they aint gon' die until I let them 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!

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They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, shit will never end
Thats you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they nominated a to come and
Flatten now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on
And make it complicated like a nigga with a gun
I gotta make it what want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to place
no fakin, aint no kind 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 cats than 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 giving us a whole 'nother with tha Carter IV