Mad About Bars
Part 1

[Verse]
I make new cake every time that I buss a pack
And every time I re’ and lag I’m nice cos I know what’s coming back
Phones beatin’ off I ain’t finished my naps
AM’s when I get to my gaff
Step out my crib and I gotta step back, why cos I left my -
And why must a man play fence when shit goes left? Man are deceitful
And when it gets tense you see your friends the rest are see through
Mileage done in this vehicle left hand stuck on my blower
Right hand stuck on my steering wheel
Lookin’ in my rеar, I just see a federal
Can’t afford a Section 60 man’s riding dirty and bro got his thingy
Pullеd five times in two weeks, damn, jakes are really tryna get me
Even when I’m nicked, my blower’s beating off, they must know I’m iffy
So I told my dots if I’m not picking up just call, and please don’t ring me
Still got my hands on pans
Still avoiding transit vans, the tugs invest in tings that we need
Ain’t a thing to cancel plans
Ain’t a thing to spin this whip if bro says “Yo, I swear that’s him”
See no evil hear no evil
I didn’t see a thing
Convert them grams into racks that’s how we came up how can you blame us?
Used to grind for a new set of trainers now it’s investments aside for the paigons
It’s peak when you get a new whip, it’s hotted quick, then you replace it
Block stays baking even when it’s raining
The sun don’t shine in the Nina can’t fall off, Jimmy gotta keep up
Back then I couldn’t see much, till I hit the strip then cleaned up
7am in the caf, surrounded by cleaners and local dealers
Now I’m local preeing up some geezers could get a court or some dingers
And it’s hot all season, that’s life when you’re stuck in the deep end
You can’t survive without eatin’ I was down it was big men I was preein’
Late night schemin’ me and cuzzy bleachin’ like we ain’t leavin’
And this line still beating, this better be worth my evening
Either way they givin’ it up, had to get rid of some plugs
Still bake off with the tugs, I need this gwop I don’t need no hugs
The guys want blood don’t get yourself cut
The jakes want us want the guys dem locked
They want man cuffed in a Serco bus
Either way I’m still doubling prof’
Part 2

[Verse]
Look I’m steppin’ through hell, and I ain’t been jail
Couple cases pending can you ever dodge a L?
Can’t ever fail myself I told my mummy that as well
Boy dem on my tail, and shit is gettin’ risky
90 in a 50 let me strap up my belt and let me strap up this zoot
Put my guys in them cells, and I’m stuck behind these scales grind for a better health
If I wrap up this food, that’s free grub off the shelf
And the dry flies itself
Hammers filled with nails
If them drillers dem slide, that’s your block left with shells
Gotta mind what I say, cos guys sing like Pharrell
From young I wasn’t missing sales, no joke like Chapelle
They wanna hear more from Jimmy, at times it’s sticky
If you’re from the streets then you’ll get me
Can’t leave my yard empty handed, so I got it with me
Most my bruddas grinders, like my nigga -
Look, riot vans everywhere, why can’t they leave I?
Been trapped off on Levi’s it’s crazy up in these sides
I see food like a seaside stay charged up like V9
Best stick to the retail you ain’t come up from a hard life
Now I’m parked up on this side road, cah this plug is never on time
I could get it on tops
With this bread in the glovebox I run it up and I ain’t got no cunch line
Feds control the cams, just like the Watch Dogs
Probably the drug squad, me I’ve had some tough luck
Life ain’t sweet like puff puff, gotta stay on job for my block where there’s no love
I’m stuck with this grub, built this phone from the mud
On my block from the jump, they told me stick to the rap
Even if I don’t, it’s controlled by the tugs
If the crop squad hear you got crops they runnin’ up
I can get conned cos I got credit
And if you’re not my guy, I might just tek it
Do the race like athletics wrap it up like it’s a present
Then it’s out on the market, probably gone by eleven
Can’t sit on narcotics could get hit with the sentence
The strip’s horrendous, grab a pack and it’s stretchin’
Get a pack and it’s gone
Make a quick beverage, don’t get my boy mad, that brudda short tempered
I was young and I was senseless spending jack d’s in seconds
I weren’t saving it I’d rather just play with it
And if I’m in the dance, know I got my shaver in
Young boy might shaver him, or let it rain on him
Coke and some Henny bad one tryna tempt me
Left broski with the celly ring me before you empty
He stays active on his pushy
All the guys are active like they should be