[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 Charlotte)

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 cock in, fuck shit 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 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 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 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

[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 shit 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 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
[Verse 3: Retro Jace]
(Two-9 shit n***a....TBAC muafuckas....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 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, 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 fucking 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 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 n***a, fuck these n***as
N***a