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Yeah, I step 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 on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike with no
Get out my mix man, just go' get you
Deeper in the quicksand, 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 sittin on the that clack
Comin' down candy in the 'Lac
We gettin' to the like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps are holding back, let's 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, goes back to the
Smack who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat man's
I pass it, you gaspin' for 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 grow a day old yet my brain
Cocaine white Rov'
on my body like an art exhibit
I did real good for a project
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's
Fat in the car with strippers
in compartments hidden
I was real young little youth, a nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll louder than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off King Henry the VIII
to ya neck bitch
I'm a king in this thing, be dumb
Been in this since '91
Niggas can't fuck with the I use
fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied cowards and made power
Watched Wild seen 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 hate or like my Drake say
"We ain't got time to to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the
Poverty and desperation me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' Gotham
to Poppa, Blood gang, five
Its that Blood five, but green is the bottom line
I run town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint gon' 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 for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, its the that we want
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my levels are unreachable
Anything said other that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit never end
Thats when you hear a car in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now nominated a nigga to come and
Flatten everything now let me dominate it, run
And they be knowin' I be blackin' on everything
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
no fakin, aint 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 cats curiosity, snitch!
of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, for giving us a whole 'nother classic with tha Carter IV