Mad About Bars - S4-E24 PT 2

(Part I)

It's that lion out that lion den

Your boys don't confide in them

She told me that her boyfriend's acting up, I told her line him then

I'm coming out of Highgate, that's the gutter where I grew

Where half the hood are shotters, the other half smoke food

They say that I'm too crazy, that I move too loose

I don't think there's a drug that Mini couldn't move

They're mad about my bars so I hit London with the mandem

While I'm down here I linked my pretty shawty from Camden

It's funny, she finds my Brummie accent amusing

Fucked her so good she's tryna force a man to move in

Like woah woah woah, steady on love

I told her it's only gonna work if she holds my gun

Shout my guy RC cah that's my fucking bro

He'll never snake me, I don't care how much he looks like Shiro

But enough of the banter, have the hammer when we roll

It's still bap-bap-bap even though we're fresh home

Friends keep telling me that my head's gone

Cause I dropped out my legals and tried to hit him in his dome

Feds found fifty grand when they raided my crib

The next week I made 'Like Me' and put another fifty in the vid

That one was for the sucker

Tried to lock a brudda up and give him pukka

Got a lot of stresses that I stay on top of

Sorry but no I'm not your average rapper fam

Cause yes I've got bands but my tracksuit's from Matalan

This one's for my stackers, I don't know about Hatton's

I stacked hella grands to make sure my family's patterned

Yeah they talk tough but are they real like me?

Cause yeah we all went jail but they rid voluntary

Me, I was on my blower, need a parcel, what's the hold up?

Sending nitties out on visits like "Go get it you little doughnut"

But I can't lie, them late nights had a brudda moving moist

On the phone getting turned on just by the sound of her voice

(Part II)

I'm walking round with this metal on my hip

They don't wanna try the kid but I wish a brudda would though

I'm paranoid as fuck so I've got my ting topped

Even when I'm with my girl in the cinema

I hit the trap, I ain't tryna go back

I'm just tryna stick you in a villa Ma

So you know, I take the fun with the grief

Just like I mix the grub with the greaze

Ask these streets, I've slapped on these neeks

Then went home to watch Nanny McPhee with my niece

Your shit ain't buss down, man that shit looks glazed

The THC glitters more on my haze

Had to tell Paige she's not my bae

Then remembered "Oh shit, I've got a crop in her place"

I better watch my tongue

Before I say something dumb, end up with my crop gone

Schooled these yutes like they're Daniel-son

I'm Mr Miyagi, wax off wax on

Let me teach you how to crop, stick some soil in a pot

Plant your seed in that pot, put some lights on top

Three months let it grow, nah four months tops

So gassed when you finally give that tree a chop - I know

Tell me why the feds on me

Probably cause I grow green and I do it in bulk

Probably cause I made more than her last year

And a brudda wasn't even on road

I need to get away from this place

Same time I don't wanna cause I love it, it's my hood bro

I'm walking round with this metal on my hip

They don't wanna try the kid but I wish a brudda would though