Jace - Stay lyrics

[VERSE 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 Shaolin) Yeah another day another play unfolds For that fetti n***as 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 co*k in, f** sh** up and blow Planting seeds, I planted seed too see my planet, see Her n***a talking down but he a fan of me I wasn't living out these dreams til I said f** 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 n***a regardless n***as 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 n***as mustard f**ed 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 [Bridge: Danny Seth] 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 sh** back to Nash everybody is going to say Danny Seth, it was you (The British are coming...) [VERSE 2: Danny Seth] Bright lights, in my city I'm Dark Knight Flipping b**hes, I never flipped a brick in my whole life But I listen to drug dealers, thug k**ings, 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 b**h 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 j**elry They claim they knew me But never knew me Accounted for these f*ggot rappers I guess thats what they drew me I ain't f** 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 motherf**ing 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 f*ggots 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 b**hes 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 [Verse 3: Retro Jace] (Two-9 sh** n***a....TBAC muaf**as....from the states, across the pond n***a...UGH) 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 a**, 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 sh**, 100 milli for my moms crib This that Flex dropping bomb sh** Bagdad in '05, '74 Vietnam sh** Ready and I'm armed with, my very own homages Me spitting Quentin's every 60 seconds I'm still Berg every sentence, n***a 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 f**ing beast Reverend Al Sharpton in the booth, like n***a Preach Till everything in sight, may it Rest In Peace Inside I found a light in making n***as leave Aw f** It, aw f** it let's f**ing get it It ain't nothing It ain't nothing I'm f**ing with it You know the motto n***a, f** these n***as n***a