Mad About Bars

Got the feds watching, so we can't even post the crib

But that's the life we live

And if I died right now

I ain't even got pictures with the people who I was closest with

But that's the code of the mob, so make a toast to this

Yak boys, raise a glass of the Henny

And all my stoners, just smoke a spliff

I love hitters with clatters strapped up while they ghost the whip

While they ghost the whip

Came up and put man in position from the kitchen

How you gonna snake me?

Leave it a few years and try and play the victim

That's why I felt no way when they licked him

You can get iced over cake like Kipling

Or you can get sliced in your face, now it's dripping

I've lost bros to the pen and cemeteries

Tryna be rich with friends and not broke with enemies

My team's full of dogs and we're the loyalest pedigrees

Drop a mission

They don't give a fuck about felonies

Strikers that'll shoot it from a spot like a penalty

Sick in the head, not well, looking for remedies

Moving like the Rollin' 60s in the '70s

Moving like the Rollin' 60s in the '70s

In my teens, all I knew is shot the dark and count it

I was famous and paid before rap, so I ain't really arsed about it

Other rappers claim the same thing, I highly doubt it

Calm, collective and humble but slyly 'bout it

Raised on estates, so I'm streetwise

Plus, on top of that, I've got the brains

I could have a mill and still sleep on the couch

Me and you are not the same

Been through it all, now I'm ready for anything

T's been through lots of pain

Used to have nowt, but now I've got everything

Thank God I copped the 'caine

Remember days up and down, pebbling heroin

Pissed, wet 'cause I still shot in the rain

Remember old days, trapping in old cars

Slap the headlights and make it turn on again

Them man are snakes, they can't be on the winning team

Fucked up, should've washed them teeth like Listerine

Now I'm in the dock, suited up like Mr Bean

Anyone sat up on the fence, best pick a team

My youngers are addicted to the smoke like nicotine

My youngers are addicted to the smoke like nicotine

The plug said, "Fuck a TV, what's your boat size?"

My bricks have got their own home, living better than most guys

Snow bunnies in the penthouse, sniffing up coke lines

Stack my paper 'cause I'm never going back to them broke times

Food gets ran back if it ain't coming in power

I see demons when I close my eyes in the shower

Online 24/7, we make racks by the hour

The main aim: stack it sky-high just like a tower

Most these artists are actors, why they all telling lies?

Under pressure in the jailhouse, getting terrorized

Flying down to Wigan for some chips 'cause I'm selling pies

Listening to BXB, the trap will be televised

Now my jewellery set's yellow gold like Mr T

I had a cat from Italy and he used to sniff the B

Why he never smoked it or pinned it, it's a mystery

Said he's drowning sorrows for a body back in Sicily

Tag a brick of stone, now I gotta re-rock the dust

Move more careful than usual – who can I trust?

Only around for the bread, they're not smooth like the crust

Thank God the things are brand new, we ain't buying no rust

Strictly straight drop for the lines, we don't deal with the re-rock

Back in the day, the olders had a MP5 and a MAC

I guess things don't change on the C-Block

Ten racks on a wap like a load-out drop

When we heat-cop

When we heat-cop

When we heat-cop

When we heat-cop

Ten racks on a wap when we heat-cop