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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 they 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, just go' get you
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 with PA so you know what it is
I'm on the fours that clack
Comin' candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are back, let's go!

Look who in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the of him
That nigga that inspired tyrants like Kanye West and Em
record, goes back to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm like gas from a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for 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 Rov'
Tats on my body an art exhibit
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in compartments
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are
That'll bust louder than the noise that I just
Let's get one thing straight that my crown for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like King Henry the
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in this thing, don't be
Been in this since '91
can't fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied cowards and made moves
Wild Planet seen lions devour food
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like 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 happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me 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 this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint gon'
They actin' like they aint die until I let them 'llamas fly
to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no for a juvenile
Put in our heart, its the green that we want
Cash Money is the company and the boss!

Rhymes]
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my rating are unreachable
Anything said than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to and
Flatten everything now let me dominate it, run
And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on
And make it like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and 'em and take 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, discography
And I killed more cats than curiosity, snitch!
of you niggas 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 classic tha Carter IV