Salvador

[Intro]

Yeah

It's Bugz

Listen

Yo, look

[Chorus]

I've not got 'round to reading a Bible

Still I'm tryna lead them a worthy example

So I know I gotta get married, it's vital

I was on one knee right under the Eiffel

Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry

When I had a BlackBerry, it was survival

That meant a flicky when anywhere I go

All 'cause a rival took shots at me with a rifle

[Verse]

Blood on the tips on my fingers

Done a Bruce Lee, then I licked 'em

Bit off the end of the spliff, then I lit that

I was on a carpet, doing crunches tryna get me a six-pack

Drеams of me pushing his wig back

Nightmares of me gеtting twenty-six in Crown Court

Never been much of a shooter

But I'll still bang off, ask them man that I kidnapped

No comment all the way through on an attempted M I didn't even do

If they'd have got my phone, then I wouldn't have been here

'Cause I would've got released this time last year

And I can clearly remember

Saying to Webby that I want a short back and sides, a 'tache and a beard

Then when I earned my stripes, I told them put a line in my eyebrow

I'm a bad boy out here

Me, I'm just sketching, into my sketch book

I can forgive but I don't forget much

Let me add an additional bit of perspective

We would eat fish fingers with no ketchup

Now we eat lobster and I'm in a tracksuit

Sat in San Carlo and I've got an AP like I'm in Narcos

I've got a big business, there's boxes at the cargo

You're looking at a mogul, I might sign me a younger that's spitting on drill

Teach him the business and make him a star, then build him up until I've made him a mil'

But don't get it twisted, me, I've had opps but I've beat everyone of them three or four nil

I'm looking at houses for three or four mil'

Even though I got a castle in the middle of a field

I miss standing on the roadside with my hat pulled down low so the cameras couldn't see me

I miss getting a bar on my pedal bike, they were the days where with shoeboxes full of money

I miss having beef with a rival gang and having twenty-five of the mandem with me

I miss getting along with my family, way back in the day when we had that little red Mini

Looking like something out of the Italian job

If I was in the weed game, now that there's Cali and dog

I would've sold out selling in bags or in little green tops, they can never keep up

It's mental

Oh, I'm like a PlayStation 5 and they're a Nintendo

You might see my personality switch but I've never dropped a crumb, I'm no Kevin Wendell

The way I'm speaking into the mic's like Salvador sketching in with the pencil

I get deja-vu like Denzel

I've got a Bentley but I can get tekky with a rental

My God, that's what the waiter said when I got on one knee

Everybody clapping their hands 'cause a black guy getting engaged

You don't see, you just grow up

And you're lucky if your dad bothers to show

Everybody wants to know you when you blow up

And it's a shame 'cause you reap what you sow and I already know that...

[Chorus]

Still I've not got 'round to reading a Bible

And I'm tryna lead them a worthy example

I know I've gotta get married, it's vital

I was on one knee right under the Eiffel

Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry

When I had a BlackBerry, it was survival

That meant a flicky when anywhere I go

All 'cause a rival took shots at me with a— fuck off

[Outro]

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