Stay True (feat. 60 Second Assassin)

Lyrics for Stay True (feat. 60 Second Assassin)

Oh yeah, motherfucker It's real Y'all niggas hold your guns Throw your guns down, put 'em down Yo, we in the fields with heat You fake niggas eat kid meals to meat We street referees, we rock Jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks Certified doctors in hoods'll steal all your techs But wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowing like beach nut Call off the mutts, it's me again Ghost, your host this evening (Ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin' out tonight) Tucks tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingle Fetch me a Rémy Martin on Diamonds Flair-laded Gucci joints, I never wore I might give 'em to my brother-in-law Fitzpatrick, ribs battered, worth more than Egyptian marrows Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles That's how the God do, Motown twenty-five My office like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice We guzzle Dom's, smoke the scratchy throats Live on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coats Jungle in the club, we play Colombo Frost eat a snowman, frozen as the milky way Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the sleeve In the seam of his mink, he said he don't drink Think before he talked, he walked like he ordered Champ room down in Vegas, vending machines I sip Alize' compliments of E&J The streets is rough out here Crack game came and had its years What is a man to do? (Brother) (Stay true, stay true) The streets is rough out here Crack game came and had its years What is a man to do? (Brother) (Stay true, stay true)