Bars

[Intro: Terminator, Guvna B]
'Cause I know
I already know about you
I know about you, innit
....I come from
I already done my research where I come from
Just know what time it is
When you're talking about me
Ghetto Ace production
'Allo mate
Bars
With my bruddas A Star, Favour on this one
We tryna get better lyrically
We got a message, but
We're tryna deliver it in the right way, 'cause if we don't, you'll have man like:
CDs got dash out of the car
CDs got dashed, unfollow button got hit
So listen, calm it all down
Dem dead bars?
They're not around no more
They're not around no more
And who do you think that's because of?

[Verse 1: A Star]
B-b-b-boom, boom, boom
I'm back into this
Back in the mix
Guvna, do me a Favour
Gotta tell 'em these dudes better rate us
Spittin' on a tune for the Saviour
Back with the band this time
Guess who's on the radar?
A Star, when they par we spray hard
Fake dargs who hate hard, I stay far
Steadfast, it gets hard, I pray hard
Don't spit lies on a song
Approach me when I'm in the wrong
Late in Stone, you can catch man ridin' along
Tell a brudda "Whose side are you on?"
When I find him
Spread the word, they shuttin' our food
Come ask me, I got enough proof
When I get to rep
Death to flesh
Can't body our crew
Feels like a "One Body" part 2!

[Hook: Guvna B, A Star]
We got bars
We got bars
We got bars
We got bars
Pull up
Every tongue confess
And every knee will bow
If you need a sick team, my brudda, I'm down
Bars, bars

[Interlude: Terminator, Guvna B]
Read between lines, think about it
Just think - next time you're talking, yeah?
Think about it
Bars, bars
'Cause I'm on my job, I do my job
Do you do your job?

[Verse 2: Guvna B, Terminator]
Allo mate
Ayo, rappin' at a back lyrics, I do
Back to back, I'm stackin' an' I do
Chat the facts, the light visit, I do
Attack the track, I might visit, I do
I do, I do, I do, I do
My Saviour told me there's nothing like You
So I tell the homies, there's somethin' I do
I ain't move, I'm cuttin' right through
With the bars (Bars)
Don't care for the cars (Cars)
I care for the hearts (Hearts)
So I can't (Can't)
Just stay in my yard (Yard)
I'm praying for bars
So I roll out the crib
An' I'm screaming "Wha'g'wan?"
An' I know I ain't Jamaican but:
I do my job

[Hook: Guvna B, A Star]
We got bars
We got bars
We got bars
We got bars
Pull up
Every tongue confess
And every knee will bow
If you need a sick team, my brudda, I'm down
Bars, bars

[Interlude: Terminator, Guvna B]
Yeah, yeah, you're pushing it off!
Ask man about me
'Cause I've been sent ten table
Bars, bars
I'm around some real man
Some real, real man

[Verse 3: Favour]
I say I'm a Christian, you make assumptions
So first, let me say I don't think I'm any better I am the worst
Unless you're speaking about spitting a better verse
Don't take my word, hear my words and observe what I do to a riddim
I'm tryna seek truth, you're tryna stay true to religion
I would you deeper but
Who's gonna listen when Jesus done told them to move from religion?
But they still wanna say they believe in the light
Pretend we believe in deceit and the lies
Unhealthy, like eating a piece of the pie
But I'm seeing demons when I dream in the night
So there's no point in me feasting on letters
Hard food, I need the meat an' the rice
We step in different leagues when I speak on the mic
Forget me the Saviour and leave when I like
But one [?]
Don't wanna remind you again, whoever said I remind you of them must have been kiddin' ya
I spit fire on the riddim
Start truth, no lying on the riddim
Cah' us can't afford to be like man are living a
Daydream, posting 'bout how they's here
Please, I know you don't wanna really rate these
Bruddas who tryna be A Star with fake G's
[?], we ain't these
I love what they hate so they hate me
Gets on my nerves, they spit venom n' cuss me
But it's absurd to be anything but me
I hate to see a man judge me 'cause of my faith, well, music the medicine must be
Aim for perfection, not quite there but take my word:
I'm the better truth

[Hook: Guvna B, A Star]
We got bars
We got bars
We got bars
We got bars
Pull up
Every tongue confess
And every knee will bow
If you need a sick team, my brudda, I'm down
Bars, bars

[Outro: Terminator, Guvna B]
Doin' better tings?
Yeah?
An' you're just
You're just
You're just - what?
You're acting like real man forget
Bars, bars
Gettin' upset about that, I'm like "Rah"
Then I'm like Ghetto- "Rah" production
Ghetto Ace production