Bronson - Bugzy Malone

You say I’m the first

Doesn’t mean that I’ll be the last

Just means I put in the work

The mandem see me put in the graft

Now you do the maths, I had a dirty way before music

Got a little 38, I’ve not used it

Trying to separate my soul from my body?

When I heard that, I was ready to lose it

But then I prayed to God

Because I swore down

On my mum’s life that I didn’t want to do this

Well, she keeps ringing and asking

I told her «let's not go through this»

Still I’m thinking where do we go from here?

How did I go so clear?

All of this in one year

I just wanna kick back and spend this money

But I’m still wearing a tracksuit

And I still roll with the shooters, this is no new shit

I was gonna clap back, I didn’t want to go backwards

I don’t want to be remembered as an MC

Trying to be a Bruce Lee, one of the masters

You can click HD and still not capture what I captured

It was all madness

I was ready to wet man up, I’m no baptist

They must think I’m a prick, but I’ve never been a cactus

Ah well, I can see last year as practice

Now that I know the game

But nobody could predict the way the window just shattered

Man are looking to blast him

I’ve got shooters around me, it’s like the wild wild west

And them man are like John Wayne, but they’ve never been actors

I’m hard like a bed with no mattress

It’s why I had to think from a different perspective

So I tried to look through the eyes of the haters

And then I could understand

Now that I’m on demand and worth close to 100 grand

He won’t live to regret this, fucking domestics

Sat around talking about who the best is

I’ve got real life shooters around me

It’s like the final scene in Scarface, it’s that hectic

We was meant to be family

'Till the day you betrayed me

I was gonna to let man run in through the front door

'Till I heard that he had 3 babies

And then I prayed to God

Because I see him in hell if he keeps testing my patience

I don’t need that on my conscience

When it all started over nonsense

And for what?

A lack of correspondence

That means communication, we could’ve had a conversation

I’m living like Bronson

Incarcerated in my situation

See, I hear my name when I switch the station

It’s not just Manchester now I’m famous

I was going to wile up bare face

But I can’t, now I got status

I was in the papers

I was in the M.E.N and it was blatant

Seems like the whole thing came to bite me

There’s no way of saying this bit politely

I feel like quitting the game and making man’s body turn icy

But I don’t want to talk no more

I don’t want to talk no more

I don’t want to talk no more

I don’t want to talk no more

I don’t want to talk no more

Talk no more