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