Charles Hamilton - Stay There Lyrics

Work, nigga, work
Field nigga rules
Guess they don't know how a real nigga do
Through the love and the hate I'm still in the groove
I only love Hate, so, for real, who is who?
Kill me or move
I don't chill and when I do
I feel a tooth of some bitch's grill on my tool
And she's getting irritated so now I'm abstinent
[?] of all you haters eat a fat dick
All I care about is Dilla and Madlib
But since that Dilla shit mad niggas is passing
On the nastiness I actually present when I'm rapping
I was trying to get him a check, not disrespect
Ok my nigga Hex and that nigga who's on my dick to death
You really 'bout to slit my neck and really rep
F*ck the world, Sonic is dead
It's Charles Hamilton
F*ck you if you not getting bread
(Y'all heard what I said)

Everybody got their mouth shut
Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the f*ck there
White folks putting the house up
Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the f*ck there
I put the North and the South up
Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the f*ck there
All you haters put your doubts up
Damn it stay there, stay there, stay the f*ck there

(Hey Mr. Wilson!)
Mr. Wilson, the menace is back
Satanic minister Rap
For real, it's a wrap
Take your feelings back
I still rap, what I'm the illest at
F*ck a twitter app, we could really scrap, nigga
I hate journalists with illseeds in they ass
Joined the bandwagon of hate, but feeled me in the past
I'm guilty of a crash
F*ck if I'm filthy rich with cash
I should build thee with a [?]
F*ck your crown, I'm in my zone, don't f*ck around
It wasn't by luck, I was found
Now I'm above the ground
I ain't dissing you, I'm lifting up your gown
Such a f*cking shame to share the same f*cking town
Why ask "Why?"
I'm back for the sky
Pissing on the radar you climax to provide
Tried to chat with my high
Pardon my back 'cause I'm tight
F*ck wishing you well; I wish you would die

Brianna had good pussy, why hit her back?
I got my hit back that night in the sack (Uh huh!)
Shut up management, I'm trying to rap
Y'all act like y'all don't know I would die for this crap
I'm not apologizing to Cole
I'm sodomising his soul
But bottom line is: I was high off of coke
Ignore it, I kinda had to force it; it sucked
MTV asked and I didn't give a f*ck
I put the shit out and I didn't get a buck
It wasn't for attention 'cause, shit, I get enough
F*ck you non-Starchasers, y'all haters
Y'all broke and Charles is on a major
See you later
My bitch gets ripped when she's wet like [?] paper
So I will worry 'bout a muhf*ckin' blog later
Yes, I'm going Pop
Hey, it's about time
I don't get paid to do Shade 45
The underground niggas make Industry songs
So diss me or get along
My shit is a bomb
Keeping it thorough didn't get me to London
And creeping in my borough didn't get me to someone
So put piff in a sun blunt and let a nigga shine
Give me mine when it's time
Get off my dick, it's dinner time
When I rhyme it's Armageddon and then some
F*ck with me, win some
This is redemption