Mad About Bars (2019)

Part 1

[Intro]
The voice of the streets

[Verse]
Jimmy wanted kill, but Jimmy gotta Chill
Ever since Fergie left, it's been Trilly at the wheel
Twenty for the square, I never seen a better deal
The Specials don't jam, I never seen a better steal
You should tell 'em "Don't phone if you ain't coming to cop"
Thinking back, why we used to keep the guns in a sock
.45 [?] when you running the spot
Same ones that the government got
I ran the marathon, I'm standing where the trophies carry
Need a panoramic house by the ocean valley
And I ain't talking 'bout revolvers but we smoking Cali
My niggas kill for the love and still won't get married
Balenciaga for the socks, high-top in the summer
25 for the pocket, left a score for my runner
.8 on the scales, got 'em causing a ruckus
Caught a scar last year, but I'ont talk on the subject
Big swords on my juvies, I ain't walking with puppets
Had the big brown stones, they were calling them poppets
Concealed a hammer on his .30, pull it and pop it
All my shooters could have played for the Bulls or the Rockets
Remember browsing on e-Bay for car parts
But now I push one button and the car parks
So much bad ones, I could start a bra park
So I ain't never getting nicked for no R charge
High landing with my teens and they know that
Prolly saw it poking out my jeans in the throwbacks
My friends still sitting on the block but I can't go back
They don't get the picture but to me it's all Kodak
Can't stop hustling till we see the vida loco
Beach for the backyard, sleeping off the coaster
Dior for the drapes, LV made the sofa
Push the Maybach now we don't even need a chauffeur
Used to pray for times like this, to shine like this
You ever had a big MAC or a nine like this?
Cold winter, twenty fiends tryna line my strip
Keep it on charge, you never seen a line like this
And I used to look up at man and wish I was them
Got a little older, I ain't do no wishing again
Got 'em moving like teachers how they ticking again
And I feel sorry for the fiends but I'll dish 'em again
And everyday she say she love me but she bitching again
We be sexing at 9, probably riffing at 10
He said we ain't got beef but he be chilling with them
So we hit him with the spare boots, did it again

Part 2

[Verse 1]
When my so-called friends turned Judas
Had to rise that dots like Jesus
Mum told me to say Hail Mary's
But I got baptised where the streets is
Had a sword in my hand for a punch up
But it's mad cah my uncle a preacher
Tell 'em "Go play hide", we the seekers
Point guard, I ain't ever in the bleachers
Still remember my first pair of Nikes
'Fore that, it was Reebok and Filas
'Fore that, came Fisher and Ascots
We the gremlins that came from the back blocks
Gotta clean my studs in the morning
Big bro used to have Diadoras
Never went football without my bora
And the cats couldn't believe it's not Flora
Them times that we used to go Sega
Big knife like the white power ranger
Learned how to shoot in laser
Now the scar on my face like Vega
Grab a grip and it's black like panther
Reload, way more than an anchor
I got Sonia, blade and Blanca
That's fish scale and we got dank-a
Walk in the house, leave my coat by the door
Mum knows that her son ain't a banker
But I'm smarter than guys that be in the same field as me, every day gotta thank-a
My young bull, got a stick called death draw told him fill it with nuttin' but cancer
When he tap that twice, have you swaying, and Kanye ain't even got the answers
Got a guard on guard with the old guage
Enemies get stopped by the toll gate
Had a silenced scope for the roll safe
Work good with the teeth like Colgate
My girl said there was a booting last night
She don't know why the YG's did that
Black Air Forces and a Unknown T
Tryna bend man's back and dig that
I could tell you 'bout nights in my ridge back
In the South West streets, I'm a Riff Raff
In the park, we ain't having no picnics
Tryna test out the knives and the Big Mac's

[Bridge]
In the park, we ain't having no picnics
We tryna test out the knives and the Big Mac's

[Chorus]
We the madmen who grew up in Lambeth
Mish mash everyday, we're the misfits
Got my K's from the trap like mischief
And my bro fresh home in the district
He got no licence on licence
With a brick in the car, tryna risk it
You don't wanna know my other friend, he a wrong one
Tryna touch man's mum like Bizkit
We the madmen who grew up in Lambeth
Mish mash everyday, we're the misfits
Got my K's from the trap like mischief
And my bro fresh home in the district
He got no licence on licence
With a brick in the car, tryna risk it
You don't wanna know my other friend, he a wrong one
Tryna touch man's mum like Bizkit

[Verse 2]
In the morning sending out texts
Cah my rent come quick like my ex's
Just shot two nines on the metrics
On the TV, they chattin' 'bout Brexit
On the works, only step with the five stars
19 years old with my nine star
Summertime with the cubs and the tigers
Rip more than your clothes and your fibres
They don't really want no trouble
Them boy there from a cartoon network
Played search and destroy 'til my head hurts
You can go and ask Marx how the TEC works
Live corn on the cob, young boy I'm tryna sky one
Go rob me a brick or fly one
On the R, man, ain't even gotta buy one
Done a lotta mad things to them people, only now, they wanna shoot my friends
If you get yours and I get mine, who gon' end up on the news at 10?
My soldiers all on their feet, they be losing sleep when they losing skengs
Head, shoulders, knees and toes, anyone get touched, they're removing them

[Chorus]
We the madmen who grew up in Lambeth
Mish mash everyday, we're the misfits
Got my K's from the trap like mischief
And my bro fresh home in the district
He got no licence on licence
With a brick in the car, tryna risk it
You don't wanna know my other friend, he a wrong one
Tryna touch man's mum like Bizkit
We the madmen who grew up in Lambeth
Mish mash everyday, we're the misfits
Got my K's from the trap like mischief
And my bro fresh home in the district
He got no licence on licence
With a brick in the car, tryna risk it
You don't wanna know my other friend, he a wrong one
Tryna touch man's mum like Bizkit