Wots Bars?

[Hook]
What's bars?
What's real? What's hard?
What's bars?
What's real? What's hard?

[Verse]
The one that they love to hate
But can't hate in front of face
Back now, clap rounds, man down
Ayy, don't get your likkle self spun today
2-16 went Casper the most
Now it comes like I can go chat to the ghost
Called the man in my home, out here alone
Said he's out for my dome, I ain't taking his word
I hear the word workrate
He can talk workrate, but who's rating the work?
Nah, not me, still the tables have turned
Leave him six foot deep with a face full of worms
Face full of dirt
Been doing this since I could play by the curb
We'll hit the corner like Kirby
Always been live and certi
Still fuck the feds if they search me
Nowadays, feds can't tell if it's dank or body odour
So they don't approach us
Got the cats fiending like Kel loves orange soda
Belling off the old Motorola
And I told you I'm good and I've always been kosher, kosher
Girl dem love when I pose for photo
No joke, throwing all hearts on Insta
B, it's only a picture
Still throw up a TBT before I was TBC
That's the best confirmed
Still go sets and murk, still come to your gigs
Round up six, seven man, let's go lurk
Can't clash Ty if I clash them first
MicTy got hooks and right jabs
Why's he looking like that?
Sad man, never liked the look of my man
See, you've gotta admit, he's got a pussyhole face
That what you mean by, that what you mean by
Gotta admit, he's got a pussyhole face
That what you mean by fucked in the head?
Don't wanna hear my name up in no mix-up
Unless mixer has me up in a blend
I'm comfy, trust me, up in the ends
Fuck what he's on and fuck what he says
Right now, I only fuck with the best
Feature myself, see, man's sicker
Right now, I feel on top of the world
Like I just found the keys to Beenie Man's bimmer
Zim Zimma, what I say? Feature myself
For the last few months, I've been feeding myself
Might see me on D to the L
My bloodline, blud, not B to the L
Going on crazy, still shouting pree him as well
On war, we'll still see to the shells
You're gassed, you're dreaming
Next transfer season, get a new team in as well
Just taking the piss, I'll be out in a sec
All these online trappers with their ounces on their
Back pockets and a house full of creps
When's all that down in the flesh?
Right now, I ain't got an ounce of respect
Said that with my chest, I'm back here again
Got bars, got flows, got thousands of them
And if you doubt in your head, I'm down to address
There's man that didn't wanna hear MicTy
Now it's a case of who? What? Where's MicTy?
Here's MicTy, to the wot?

[Hook]
What's bars?
What's real? What's hard?
What's bars?
What's real? What's hard?