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Sitfire
- When I was about 10
- Ended up robbing all of my school friends
- For the Robux, Bed
- 6 Years before I ever went to Manchester
- 5 Years before I got raped
- 4 Years before I got smacked
- 3 Years before I was a good student
- 2 years before I got missed out of Santa Claus
- He didn't wanna bring me Nothing
- Cus I was underprivileged
- That means now I walk with a complex
- And trust me I try my best to get rid of this
- I want more money than you consider rich
- I was on the roads and I didn't give a shit
- Cus I was taking phones and taking bikes
- And I swear my niggas was killin' it
- Chillin' with D, blazing weed
- Sat back watching reservoir dogs
- Used to sell white and B for a boss
- Until I licked off like 25 oz
- That's when I realized we was a gold mine
- Was only 11 more z's in a box
- And I was 17, fresh outta jail
- Rollin' with a pedal bike and a dog
- I p p p paint pictures with words
- And I paint them like Vincent Van Gogh
- Still spending money from 08
- And I've still not taken the bands off
- Still got access to the sawnoff
- Still got more brothers than warner
- Still on this music ting and I'm still in the gym
- And I can still hold my corner
- Trust me you don't wanna start drama
- Cah the roadside gets hot like a sauna
- And that's why man wear body armour
- Cus it gets political like Obama
- I was on the bus 2 years ago
- With 900,000,000 views on flush, pressure
- Long black rain coat for the bad weather
- But don't watch that cus things get better
- Now I got the S line everyting leather
- Does naught to 60 in 5.7
- Bugzy Malone's on a different level
- Cah even the whip turns into the devil
- It's madness, tryna escape from the ghetto
- That literally is hip hop heavy metal
- I hear that revenge is sweet
- But I just hope that it tastes like amaretto
- Cus I'm about to get back
- Anybody that thought I was gonna do another stretch in jail
- If success tastes like coco cola
- Then I'll have a large coke and amaretto
- On the rocks or fresh out the bottle
- You'll never catch me drowning my sorrows
- Until I got told Dane was in a coma
- I took more shots than Miguel Cotto
- The left side of my chest went hollow
- I went out like the mask of Zorro
- I made the sky turn red
- Ran in the crib
- And then turned into the devil
- Pssht, get over here, whoopie
- Finish him like subzero
- Out the window, into the garden
- Over the fence and straight through the ginnel
- You're soft in the middle like Bueno
- And talk too much like you're on Jay Leno
- You've been to the gym for the day
- And you're already walking around like you're henno
- I'm Bugzy Malone, the wickedest ting since Liberace learned to play the piano
- I make a jet black boy turn yellow
- I'm tryna make more notes than Cello
- It's Bugzy Malone again
- And I'm home again
- So I'm zoning in
- I didn't think I'd see microphone again
- The booth thrown me out
- So I kicked off the door like I owned the house
- Everybody in the room got thrown about
- Hulk smash, flip the couch
- Tied the producer to the chair
- And that's why I got brand new music out
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