Hype On The Mic

[Intro]
Yo
Its G Bugz
Bradford stand up
Shoutout Kandman & Limelight
You know we out here baby
TomMakesBeats

[Verse]
It was thirty-six Z's, I decided to break it down
Now I've got plenty pebs on my paper round
If I flip this keg and put half of the paper down
I'll buy me another one and make the pounds
If the flip's a good one I'll repeat the process
Tell myself "Good one" when I see the progress
Now it's forty for the good one, I can't see no less
And my chick's a good one, I don't need no jezz
I'm in the driver's seat on a hot one
Thе priority is to get this box gone
A care in thе world, I haven't got one
Them man are talking boxes but haven't even shot one
I was fourteen when I bought my first fourteen
Then I flipped that into a twenty-eight
I've made plenty cake, have you ever done that?
For next man, yeah fam, nah bun that
I've got funds G, slowly stacking up
It ain't a joke ting but I still laugh it up
I get high, don't ask how I get by
My pistol will bang you cah it's got a high sex drive
Thirteen in cuffs, lifestyle rough
Kicked out on the streets so money is a must
My brother locked up so I had to stay tough
Stay on my grind and get my cake up
Yo I've been through some shit that would make a big man cry
Everybody talks shit till a big man dies
From young I wanted to live a big man life
In a big man ride with a big .45
But my guy this life ain't what you pictured
No chat on the phone unless it's encrypted
Make it out the trap for my brothers and my sisters
Life of a misfit, fuck what a bitch thinks
The prettiest woman that I've got to have seen
After my mum has got to be the queen
She looks pretty in purple but prettier in pink
If you're not in my circle fuck what you think
Couple things on my chest, couple things on my mind
I'd be lying if I said I was alright, do you vibe?
Ever since I was a young'un I've been stuck in this life
Serving cats in the morning, counting stacks in the night
And I guess it's alright for the short run
Despite the roads bringing more funds
I've gotta find a leg way to support mum
Throw all this away, I'd be so dumb
I've been praying for better days since I was so young
Did road on my lonesome, jail on my lonesome
You wanna talk about killers tales? Yeah I know some
I know one kid, he was eighteen, got twenty-two
Only reason that he killed him, he was selling food
When you're brought up in this life, what you're meant to do
He asked me for a price on the Z, I said ten-to-two
That's thirteen-fifty if you didn't get the punchline
Got the perfect maal if you wanna bill a cunch line
I got caught by the one-time one time
The judge gave me a four, YO's is where I done time
Met a couple brothers in there for gun crime
Came from a dark place, just tryna see the sunshine
I think back sometimes on my whole life
Thirteen in bandos, cold nights I sold white
I've served all types from doctors to lowlifes
Money doesn't make either happy but a score might
Two phones, four SIM's, that's four lines
Two raw, four mix, that's more shine
Get nicked, plead guilty, that's more fines
So I stay innocent till proven at the court side
Cause I never had it so I went and got it
Quickly learned to bag it then shot it for a profit
If the addict's gotta have it, be on it when you drop it
Cause the feds are doing damage and they're constantly watching
Coming up I was a savage, empty man's pockets
Nowadays man chat shit like bitches when they gossip
Best be fast when you slap it if you're claiming that you're on it
Make it blast, semi matic coughs sweets like Lockets
When it comes to the beef it's not one-on-one fighting
Put the slugs in the piece, change the weather into lightning
Feds took my licence so I'm not driving
But on my mum's life I'm in the passenger's riding
You know I'm still shining, still getting fast money
If you ain't got no class don't chat to me
If you ain't got no stacks don't chat to me
And if you ain't got no waps don't chat to me
I'm with a bag of G's linked to the baddest B's
Six figure salaries got these pricks mad at me
I'm whipping in the Lamborghini, I'll take my chick to Santorini
My life's like Halloween, it's coming like a fantasy
Coming up I didn't like being broke
Never thought it would be a problem to get classed as an IC4
My buj cropped and the white B's raw
Rob me, that's unlikely bro
You know I'm widely known on the street
See bare rammers in the street when it's beef
If it's not the Shogun, no doubt it's the Jeep
Yo I've always been the shepherd in my team, not a sheep
If I sleep I won't eat, got the mindset of a G
You better have a couple weapons if you're stepping to me
Yeah my life looks bless but I'm stressing you see
If I get nicked with this brick they'll be sentencing me