Mad About Bars (2019)

Part 1 [Intro] The voice of the streets [Verse] Jimmy wanted kill, but Jimmy gotta Chill Ever since Fergie left, it's been Trilly at the wheel Twenty for the square, I never seen a better deal The Specials don't jam, I never seen a better steal You should tell 'em "Don't phone if you ain't coming to cop" Thinking back, why we used to keep the guns in a sock .45 [?] when you running the spot Same ones that the government got I ran the marathon, I'm standing where the trophies carry Need a panoramic house by the ocean valley And I ain't talking 'bout revolvers but we smoking Cali My niggas kill for the love and still won't get married Balenciaga for the socks, high-top in the summer 25 for the pocket, left a score for my runner .8 on the scales, got 'em causing a ruckus Caught a scar last year, but I'ont talk on the subject Big swords on my juvies, I ain't walking with puppets Had the big brown stones, they were calling them poppets Concealed a hammer on his .30, pull it and pop it All my shooters could have played for the Bulls or the Rockets Remember browsing on e-Bay for car parts But now I push one button and the car parks So much bad ones, I could start a bra park So I ain't never getting nicked for no R charge High landing with my teens and they know that Prolly saw it poking out my jeans in the throwbacks My friends still sitting on the block but I can't go back They don't get the picture but to me it's all Kodak Can't stop hustling till we see the vida loco Beach for the backyard, sleeping off the coaster Dior for the drapes, LV made the sofa Push the Maybach now we don't even need a chauffeur Used to pray for times like this, to shine like this You ever had a big MAC or a nine like this? Cold winter, twenty fiends tryna line my strip Keep it on charge, you never seen a line like this And I used to look up at man and wish I was them Got a little older, I ain't do no wishing again Got 'em moving like teachers how they ticking again And I feel sorry for the fiends but I'll dish 'em again And everyday she say she love me but she bitching again We be sexing at 9, probably riffing at 10 He said we ain't got beef but he be chilling with them So we hit him with the spare boots, did it again Part 2 [Verse 1] When my so-called friends turned Judas Had to rise that dots like Jesus Mum told me to say Hail Mary's But I got baptised where the streets is Had a sword in my hand for a punch up But it's mad cah my uncle a preacher Tell 'em "Go play hide", we the seekers Point guard, I ain't ever in the bleachers Still remember my first pair of Nikes 'Fore that, it was Reebok and Filas 'Fore that, came Fisher and Ascots We the gremlins that came from the back blocks Gotta clean my studs in the morning Big bro used to have Diadoras Never went football without my bora And the cats couldn't believe it's not Flora Them times that we used to go Sega Big knife like the white power ranger Learned how to shoot in laser Now the scar on my face like Vega Grab a grip and it's black like panther Reload, way more than an anchor I got Sonia, blade and Blanca That's fish scale and we got dank-a Walk in the house, leave my coat by the door Mum knows that her son ain't a banker But I'm smarter than guys that be in the same field as me, every day gotta thank-a My young bull, got a stick called death draw told him fill it with nuttin' but cancer When he tap that twice, have you swaying, and Kanye ain't even got the answers Got a guard on guard with the old guage Enemies get stopped by the toll gate Had a silenced scope for the roll safe Work good with the teeth like Colgate My girl said there was a booting last night She don't know why the YG's did that Black Air Forces and a Unknown T Tryna bend man's back and dig that I could tell you 'bout nights in my ridge back In the South West streets, I'm a Riff Raff In the park, we ain't having no picnics Tryna test out the knives and the Big Mac's [Bridge] In the park, we ain't having no picnics We tryna test out the knives and the Big Mac's [Chorus] We the madmen who grew up in Lambeth Mish mash everyday, we're the misfits Got my K's from the trap like mischief And my bro fresh home in the district He got no licence on licence With a brick in the car, tryna risk it You don't wanna know my other friend, he a wrong one Tryna touch man's mum like Bizkit We the madmen who grew up in Lambeth Mish mash everyday, we're the misfits Got my K's from the trap like mischief And my bro fresh home in the district He got no licence on licence With a brick in the car, tryna risk it You don't wanna know my other friend, he a wrong one Tryna touch man's mum like Bizkit [Verse 2] In the morning sending out texts Cah my rent come quick like my ex's Just shot two nines on the metrics On the TV, they chattin' 'bout Brexit On the works, only step with the five stars 19 years old with my nine star Summertime with the cubs and the tigers Rip more than your clothes and your fibres They don't really want no trouble Them boy there from a cartoon network Played search and destroy 'til my head hurts You can go and ask Marx how the TEC works Live corn on the cob, young boy I'm tryna sky one Go rob me a brick or fly one On the R, man, ain't even gotta buy one Done a lotta mad things to them people, only now, they wanna shoot my friends If you get yours and I get mine, who gon' end up on the news at 10? My soldiers all on their feet, they be losing sleep when they losing skengs Head, shoulders, knees and toes, anyone get touched, they're removing them [Chorus] We the madmen who grew up in Lambeth Mish mash everyday, we're the misfits Got my K's from the trap like mischief And my bro fresh home in the district He got no licence on licence With a brick in the car, tryna risk it You don't wanna know my other friend, he a wrong one Tryna touch man's mum like Bizkit We the madmen who grew up in Lambeth Mish mash everyday, we're the misfits Got my K's from the trap like mischief And my bro fresh home in the district He got no licence on licence With a brick in the car, tryna risk it You don't wanna know my other friend, he a wrong one Tryna touch man's mum like Bizkit