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