Ah, do you know what?

I just have to keep loosening up in this shit, you know?

To me, this is like my notebook

I'm just sketching, you get what I'm trying to say, bro?

I feel like I'm a real credible artist out here, you know?

More than a rapper

Bugzy, a.k.a. Da Vinci

In the Mona Lisa there's hundreds of layers of paint

'Cause it's Da Vinci, 'cause there's hundreds of layers of pain

Oh my God, watch this

They ain't heard from me in a second

I've been knee-deep in grieving, I've been needing a blessing

It's like the old me's deceased and I've just buried the coffin

But that's the price you pay for crazy progression

I need the vest to be ballistic, I want bullet protection

'Cause rappers start taking shots when they can smell a recession

I own the rights to all my music, that's a heavy collection

Now I'm a landlord, rent collecting is my profession

Watch the mic go up in flames like I do telekinesis

If I close my eyes and focus, I could blow it to pieces

When you come up from the mud you better shake off the leeches

I just think I'm the realest

And I go in the deepest

So when I speak, you see it vivid like you're sleeping and dreaming

When I was younger, uncle told me he was fighting a demon

Everybody called him mad, I think I really believed him

There was a murder in his gaff and after that he was tweaking

When he got sectioned, I was 14

Visiting the mental institution, every day I had my shank

Because I wanted retribution

For my family or my gang I would have done an execution, I have to say it how it is

I just think you're wired different when you grow up hearing stories about murder as a kid

It's like you smell it in the air, you can feel it in your ribs

I'm like Da Vinci with the pencil, I'm just sketching what I think

But let me throw the kitchen sink, uh

I heard an article, something about the North and it said "Who's the real king?"

But I thought let me not reply

I'll wait until I'm on the mic

You stand in front of any guy and ask him "Who the fuck you think?"

Let me simplify the facts, we'll just see if it sinks in

Age 11, I got home late, 'cause I been stabbed

I got in back like Vinnie Jones in Lock, Stock, covered in glass, dirty

My cousin asked me for a spade and we was digging till the early hours

Till eventually we found a strap

14, I got nicked on an attempted murder

15, my mate committed murder

16, I'm sat in jail

17, I'm getting active with the scales

18, I'm in designer like I've written Timmy Turner

19, I lost a boxing match and called it a day

20, I was so depressed, I nearly called it a day

21, I made a plan, I'm really trying to escape

So 22, I'm back to kicking doors off on the estate

23, I counted fifty, I was well on my way

24, I made a mill and all my taxes were paid

25, I dropped a mill on a house with electric gates

So 26, I got my Huracán the same colour as my Wraith

I spent 3 milli on my London crib, rented it out

Standing out in the strata, there's not many about

I hear them talking about numbers, like I'm in it for clout

I was never trying to be famous, I was trying to get out

If they do pop, they can't talk about me like we're the same

Like rap music ain't for kids that come from serious pain

Before rap they were legit, and now they work for the gain

Before rap, I knew some shooters that would blow out your brain

The industry are gatekeepers, and the North couldn't play

When I started rapping, none of us were making a wage

So for them to get paid, I had to blow off the gate

That makes me king of the North until I'm dead in my grave

I learned the hustle from the boys on pedal bikes in the rain

That means I'm self-employed so don't be shouting my name

I bought the Lamborghini cash, now that's a separate lane

And I get Man of the Match because I'm Messi on stage

Suicidal as a kid, then I seen Cassius Clay

That's when I realised what it was to be great

I said I'd represent the strugglers and I'd show them the way

And then I made my first tape, started setting the pace

I'm Leonardo with the biro like I wrote this in Latin

And every album's up a level, you might notice a pattern

I been a savage all my life, but now I'm finding the balance

You become a crouching tiger when you're hiding a dragon

I guess I changed the game, you know, an inspiration for the kids

And every time I've taken aim I didn't miss, I'm like John Wick

My hitters had to quarantine, I made them physically sick

And that's back when I was Manchester rich, but now I spit

In the Mona Lisa there's hundreds of layers of paint

'Cause it's Da Vinci, 'cause there's hundreds of layers of pain