Jace, Danny Seth, Su Bailey - Stay lyrics

(This that TBAC & that G V N G and the
Ninersdoesn't matter how you found usfrom
UK back to Charlotte)

Yeah another day another play unfolds
For that fetti niggas trained to go
Won't stop until it's raining dough
Brainstorming this takeover, you already snow
And it's already rolled
I grab the flame to go
The game is glory whole
I shove my cock in, fuck shit up and blow
Planting seeds, I planted seed
Too see my planet, see
Her nigga talking down but he a fan of me
I wasn't living out these dreams til
I said fuck the fantasies
So now I'm getting to it
Bet I'm there like two feet
Riding down 1 & 9, plane slapping like coofie
Yeah the top is ruthless
But shorty roll this bean and spark it
Then give me jaws like shark week
Treat me like a cartridge
No scriptures, Been that nigga regardless
Niggas want it but can't play the part
Bro I beg your pardon?
You in the way with it, in a New York minute
Never slowing down niggas mustard fucked up
I'm yelling ketchup now
Stocks going up by the record
So do not hit my jack
Unless it's checks around
Or it's pack talk
For that green I keep cleats on
This D keep the freaks warm
Whose ever on the throne there
To keep my seat warm
From the slums of the bricks
Where the flips open at 6
And the fiends hugging the strip
No hand outs, ain't no arms off the hip
But just know it's arms on the hip
Arm at a loss they at a reach if you can

So what I see and what you
See are two different things
Because what I see is the truth
And I ain't even worried bout no competition
Cause when I look up I see no roof
And when they say Hip-Hop is dead
I guess they're looking at you
Because you're the living proof
And when I bring this shit back to
Nash everybody is going to say
Danny Seth, it was you
(The British are coming)

Bright lights, in my city I'm Dark Knight
Flipping bitches
I never flipped a brick in my whole life
But I listen to drug dealers, thug killings
And crime but I never replicate and just
Replay it in my mind
We the hardest spitters coming
Out my hometown
I keep the realest in my circle like an O now
Another O cause you up in our zone now
My main bitch didn't hear me today
Cause my hoes round
Making history got writing in my music
Cause I'm writing sentences
To make the sense about the jewelry
They claim they knew me but never knew me
Accounted for these faggot rappers
I guess thats what they drew me
I ain't fuck with groupies
Oops I may not do three
On a special occasion I'll do
It like a two piece
Roll it like a sushi, only smoking doobies
Feeling like I'm Wiz Khalifa how
My purple look G
I got bars like a motherfucking candy store
Man, I eat the wrappers while you
Throw them on the floor
This a mixtape but I bet
It wins in all awards
And then I cut the competition off
Tori Hanzo with the sword
Sipping four's while you faggots
Fighting over drawers
I'm about to have the game on lock
Boy like a broken jaw
I'm chained up like a store
Or even like a dog
And I'm still riding through my city
Like I'm going on a tour
The best one out my scene
Like a mirror facing G
Cause I got the whole package
You got one thing like you're Amerie
Know your raps are fake boy
Like it's make believe
And I'm always on the bitches lips
Maybeline why you fronting like you really
Trying to hate the team
TBAC till I'm dead up very gracefully
Build a coffin out of platinum
Throw away the keys
Inside be my competition
May they Rest In Peace

(Two-9 shit niggatbAC muafuckasfrom
The states, across the pond niggaugH)

I guess they save the best for last innit
The way I brag kind of brash innit
Break the dutch down fill it with hash
Hit it
Haters know what to do with my ass, kiss it
Cut corners, do lines, roll dope up
Gvng signs and all my Nine's hold em
Like Texas stacking bricks up like Tetris
Making noise like you Nexus
We all know that you flexing, cut the bull
Cause this is Don shit
100 milli for my moms crib
This that Flex dropping bomb shit
Bagdad in '05, '74 Vietnam shit
Ready and I'm armed with
My very own homages
Me spitting Quentin's every 60 seconds
I'm still Berg every sentence
Nigga catch the reference
Making movies off of instincts
And a couples guesses
Made it off some bad decisions
And a bunch of blessings
Thank god for these Xans
And my weed connection
Problems of a young boss
Lord knows I be stressing
Hit Vali's for the therapy
Want a white G wagon
Know it's 100 K at least
Came out swinging out the belly
Of the fucking beast
Reverend Al Sharpton in the booth
Like nigga Preach till everything in sight
May it Rest In Peace
Inside I found a light in making niggas leave
Aw Fuck It, aw fuck it let's fucking get it
It ain't nothing It ain't nothing
I'm fucking with it
You know the motto nigga, fuck these niggas
Nigga