War Mode

Yo, Bugzy Malone, 21, dun' know (Sound To Your Mind) (Gotcha) I'm goin' in to war mode And that means I'll do what the fuck I wanna (yeah) And I'm on some 'I don't give a fuck who it belongs to' (yeah) Track star, you wanna see the Lizzy that'll run through I'm a rap star now, but I'm a don too (deep it) Not a driller, but I've left man open, leakin' Terrorist the way I've had man's parents, screamin' Brandishin' my flicky and the shrubs, steamin' When I snap, I see red like I'm possessed by a demon Always been a nigga that can dress clean Robbin' every day, I would finesse weed Never knew when I would see my next dream Cah the nightmares had a nigga stressed Now they're tellin' me I'm blessed (woo) But you're listenin' to an ex thief Loyal for my killies, I will sweat, bleed Don't cry for me if it's death Cry for me if I lose the will to hustle and go get P's Never that (never) I'm in the Lamborghini with the roof off and Nipseys Victory lap (wha'?), takin' me back (ah?), to nights in the trap Watchin' my older puttin' nasty in a wrap Bag upon the toilet seat 'cause if they burst in flush it (flush) Add the bakin' soda, let it boil, don't rush it It's class A you need the balaclava And if you see feds, hit the fence and use the bushes as a cushion (ha-ha-ha) It gets 50 when you gettin' dirty money fuckin' with these hood rats You servin' scumbags, you better pray you run fast (ah) 'Cause guilty means you'll do time you'll never get back So it's fun and games until you're in a cage Nobody tells you that jails full of regrets (nah) I'm on the phone tellin' him I want the rose gold Richard Millie with the baguettes (ah) You're loyal to your soil, you think niggas are real Til' they start sendin' dick pictures over to your ex And your olders are certified 'til you hit the block Years later in a C-class Mercedes, and you're mortified The same nigga that taught you to cook a rock Told you to bag it up, lookin' like a shop Independence means you gotta be smart (huh) These rappers are followin' the leader I get the new Louis when it's just in, like Bieber (huh) And now the petty tanks, six-litre (aah) Before Cali-weed, we had haze (hey) Ownership is how we get paid I'm lookin' at mansions, know you niggas don't play I've got the statue made in Italy like it's a Bolognese, watch this, look I'm about to sell out the arena in my city (check) I'm like the Pied Piper, the way they walk with me And don't listen to a word the papers say Cah when it's the castle, nobody fucks with me In the streets, it's chaos like City and United's got a game Traffic jams and everything, I don't get adrenaline I just get competitive, everyone's repetitive Tired of seein' broke niggas, actin' like they're stacked When their careers half dead already like they're Pete & Bas (wha'?) It's an automatic, now it's givin' man a heart attack (huh?) I've had a chart position five years in a row, back-to-back So if legends live forever, then I guess I'm Peter Pan I resurrected on 'em like the black Jesus Jumped down from the cross, and landed on my feet dead center I used to spend a winter shottin' off boxes from a blender Now the tour starts November, and we're finishin' December I've got the Scottish and Irish, pullin' up on boats like they're pirates Lions and tigers, I came up with riders (yeah) Any disrespect will decorate your front door with the bottom of our Nikes You're listenin' to a monarch, I'm British, and I'm proud Always give my blood, sweat and tears to the crowd God save the queen, 'cause she's the head of state I went bangin' on my adversaries with an empty plate Then I got myself a full chicken with the perinaise (hey) Pray to the Gods for better days (hey) Only do it if it gets you paid Manchester to the death of me, home of the brave (Gotcha) (aah) This is that Great British shit 'cause I was born here Learned to kick a ball here I remember Paul Gascoigne with three lions on his shirt Lay on the floor with his arms in the air Just celebratin' the victory of warfare Greatness runnin' through my veins (aah) On these cold English streets is where I learned to play the game (yeah) I learned to break a kilo to 36 28's (okay) And I'm decapitatin' rappers like I'm fuckin' Henry VIII Bugzy Malone, 21, dun' know