Hardest Bars
[PART I]

[Verse]
Who would've thought I'd get stopped in the streets for pics?
Normally I get stopped in the streets by pigs
I'm still bussing them shots, tryna feed the strip
But same time I'm tryna stop and just be legit
But some things just happen in good time
Remember them good times, remember them hood times
I remember them 'I don't smoke bud' lines
And I remember when I first had my bud line
Had my first graft kicking off a Samsung
Fifteen, I had a mad run
Nine Z's minimum whenever my man rung
Could say that we had fun
We wasn't normal teens, us boys had funds
One bag right there, I need to double it
Cuzzy passed me the food, I need to go and hustle it
Man these pussy ass bruddas, yeah they're full of it
Saturday night, all they wanna do is pull a chick
Violate me then you hear the pull and click
Once you hear that then you best believe you'll run a bit
In the rap scene they know Bugz is running it
Due to the fact I don't give a fuck and bun a spliff
And people telling me that I'm famous now
But let's see if them same people there when my name runs out
I've seen plenty people chasing clout
Them same people need to change their route
Like everyone wants to be a shotta or a trend setter
And everyone's proper till their friend's better
To make it to the top make sure you get cheddar
Bugz's bakery, blatantly full of bread getters
All my life I've been causing a nuisance
Points have been proven, boys have been shooting
Whether it's the roads or the music I ain't into losing
Joey knows I brought them views in
And in this life there's some things that I stand by
Don't be on standby
And watch out for the people that you stand by
Everyone a villain till they see a real bad guy
I'm not into knives cause I'd rather let my hand rise
In the X6 from Germany
If you haven't then your next bitch heard of me
I put work on streets and then I murder beats
Came a long way from standing behind servery
Now it's Cali in my spliff, that's strictly
Z for three-fifty, whichever flavour that you pick G
But if it's direct then it's cheaper
The risks that I take for the reefer
I've got the spliffs rolled up, hold up let me light one
In this rap game it's all luck if you get signed on
Fans want a new verse but no time to write one
I'm busy in the trap until all of this white's gone
Feds put their lights on, left, right, gone
It doesn't take a scientist to figure out what I'm on
Fuck Boris cause I've still got my line on
And if I'm being honest lockdown weren't a nice one
The prices of the maal was just going up
And all of my trap stars was going nuts
So I had to switch it up and start growing bud
You've gotta take it day by day when you're involved in drugs
[PART II]

[Verse]
I said I'm in my pad alone, getting in my zone
I had to flush my phone so I'm writing letters home
I can't wait till I'm home, I can't lie don
Cause people soon forget you and bygones be bygones
Free my dons that are locked in the slammer
Certified shottas and some certified bangers
My life's getting madder, bare snakes no ladders
Stuck in a place where bad mans get badder
Thinking how the feds caught me once but never caught me twice
And I was in the station telling porky pies
No comment in my statement, it's only right
And now I'm on the wing with some naughty guys
Landed on the wing like "What's happening?
Who's got what, my brother? Who's patterning?"
I found out who it was and that nobody's backing him
The next time we see him you know that we're jacking him
And best know that we're taking the lot
But when I see my guys, yo I'm breaking them off
But when I see these nerds, yo I'm making a prof
What you know about bunning haze in the block?
I was in segregation smoking medication
Patiently waiting upon my release
A Z of burn, two Z's of loud in my jeans
I'm down the block for a few weeks, yeah it's peak
Eighteen, I got nicked with the Class A
Nineteen, I got banged up in Marshgate
Four years, counting down till my last day
One month in I got padded with my classmate
And you can ask him, he knows I had it nice
Bunning bare loud, phone sex on the night
Coming from a place where you're due to survive
Serving nitties, watch what they do for the spice
Then they shipped me out and I'm screaming "It's not fair"
I knew I had to beat the poles, the one and the boss chair
The chair started beating, screws said "What's there?"
I said "Nothing" so they took me to the block where
I had to figure what to do with the mash
Don't wanna flush it but I can't find a stash
Every half an hour screws are coming to my flap
So I had to dash that my brother and that's that