War Mode - Bugzy Malone

Track star, you wanna see the Lizzy that’ll run through

I’m a rap star now, but I’m a don too (deep it)

Not a driller but I’ve left man open, leakin'

Terrorist the way I’ve had mans parents, screamin'

Brandishin' my flicky and the shrubs, steamin'

When I snap I see red like I’m possessed by a demon

Always been a nigga that can dress clean

Robbing everyday I would finesse weed

Never knew when I would see my next dream

Cah the nightmares had a nigga stressed, now they’re telling me I’m blessed

But you’re listening to an ex thief

Loyal for my killies, I will sweat, bleed

Don’t cry for me if it’s death, cry for me if I lose the will to hustle and go

get P’s

Never that (Never)

I’m in the Lamborghini with the roof off and Nipsey’s

Victory lap, taking me back, to nights in the trap

Watchin' my older puttin' nasty in a wrap

Bag upon the toilet seat cause if they burst in flush it

Add the baking soda let it boil don’t rush it

It’s class A you need the balaclava

And if you see feds, hit the fence and use the bushes as a cushion

It gets filthy when you getting dirty money fucking with these hood rats

You serving scumbags, you better pray you run fast (Ah)

Cause guilty means you’ll do time you’ll never get back

So it’s fun and games until you’re in a cage

Nobody tells you that jails full of regrets (Nah)

I’m on the phone telling him I want the rose gold Richard Millie with the

baguettes

You’re loyal to your soil, you think niggas are real

Til' they start sending dick pictures over to your ex

And your olders are certified til' you hit the block years later in a C-class

Mercedes and you’re mortified

The same nigga that taught you to cook a rock

Told you to bag it up, lookin' like a shop

Independence means you gotta be smart (Huh)

These rappers are following the leader

I get the new Louis when it’s just in like Bieber (Huh)

And now the petty tanks, six litre

Before Cali-weed we had haze (Hey)

Ownership is how we get paid

I’m looking at mansions, know you niggas don’t play

I’ve got the statue made in Italy like it’s a bolognese, watch this, look

I’m about to sell out the arena in my city

I’m like the Pied Piper the way they walk with me

And don’t listen to a word the papers say

When it’s the castle, nobody fucks with me

In the streets it’s chaos like City and United’s got a game

Traffic jams and everything, I don’t care, adrenaline

I just get competitive, everyone’s repetitive

Tired of seeing broke niggas, acting like they’re stacked

When their careers half dead already like they’re Pete &Bas

It’s an automatic now it’s giving man a heart attack

I’ve had a chart position five years in a row, back to back

So if legends live forever then I guess I’m Peter Pan

I resurrected on 'em like the black Jesus

Come down from the cross and landed on my feet

Dead center I used to spend a winter shottin' off boxes from a blender

Now the tour starts November and we’re finishing December

I’ve got the Scottish and Irish pulling up on boats like they’re pirates

Lions and tigers, I came up with riders

Any disrespect will decorate your front door with the bottom of our Nikes

You’re listening to a monarch, I’m British and I’m proud

Always give my blood, sweat and tears to the crowd

God save the queen, cus' she’s the head of state

I went bangin' on my adversaries with an empty plate

Then I got myself a full chicken with the perinaise (Hey)

Pray to the gods for better days (Hey)

Only do it if it gets you paid

Manchester to the death of me, home of the brave

This is that great British shit cus' I was born here

Learned to kick a ball here

I remember Paul Gascoigne with three lions on his shirt

Lay on the floor with his arms in the air

Just celebrating the victory of warfare

Greatness running through my veins

On these cold English streets is where I learned to play the game

I learned to break a kilo to 36 28's

And I’m decapitating rappers like I’m fucking Henry VIII

Bugzy Malone, twenty-one, dun' know