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Yeah It's Bugz Listen Yo, look I've not got 'round to reading a Bible Still I'm tryna lead them a worthy example So I know I gotta get married, it's vital I was on one knee right under the Eiffel Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry When I had a BlackBerry, it was survival That meant a flicky when anywhere I go All 'cause a rival took shots at me with a rifle Blood on the tips on my fingers Done a Bruce Lee, then I licked 'em Bit off the end of the spliff, then I lit that I was on a carpet, doing crunches tryna get me a six-pack Drеams of me pushing his wig back Nightmares of me gеtting twenty-six in Crown Court Never been much of a shooter But I'll still bang off, ask them man that I kidnapped No comment all the way through on an attempted M I didn't even do If they'd have got my phone, then I wouldn't have been here 'Cause I would've got released this time last year And I can clearly remember SongtexteSaying to Webby that I want a short back and sides, a 'tache and a beard Then when I earned my stripes, I told them put a line in my eyebrow I'm a bad boy out here Me, I'm just sketching, into my sketch book I can forgive but I don't forget much Let me add an additional bit of perspective We would eat fish fingers with no ketchup Now we eat lobster and I'm in a tracksuit Sat in San Carlo and I've got an AP like I'm in Narcos I've got a big business, there's boxes at the cargo You're looking at a mogul, I might sign me a younger that's spitting on drill Teach him the business and make him a star, then build him up until I've made him a mil' But don't get it twisted, me, I've had opps but I've beat everyone of them three or four nil I'm looking at houses for three or four mil' Even though I got a castle in the middle of a field I miss standing on the roadside with my hat pulled down low so the cameras couldn't see me I miss getting a bar on my pedal bike, they were the days where with shoeboxes full of money I miss having beef with a rival gang and having twenty-five of the mandem with me I miss getting along with my family, way back in the day when we had that little red Mini Looking like something out of the Italian job If I was in the weed game, now that there's Cali and dog I would've sold out selling in bags or in little green tops, they can never keep up It's mental Oh, I'm like a PlayStation 5 and they're a Nintendo You might see my personality switch but I've never dropped a crumb, I'm no Kevin Wendell The way I'm speaking into the mic's like Salvador sketching in with the pencil I get deja-vu like Denzel I've got a Bentley but I can get tekky with a rental My God, that's what the waiter said when I got on one knee Everybody clapping their hands 'cause a black guy getting engaged You don't see, you just grow up And you're lucky if your dad bothers to show Everybody wants to know you when you blow up And it's a shame 'cause you reap what you sow and I already know that... Still I've not got 'round to reading a Bible And I'm tryna lead them a worthy example I know I've gotta get married, it's vital I was on one knee right under the Eiffel Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry When I had a BlackBerry, it was survival That meant a flicky when anywhere I go All 'cause a rival took shots at me with a— fuck off (GA) Aus Songtexte Mania