1: Su Bailey]
(This that TBAC & that G V N G and the Niners...
doesn't matter how you found us... from 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