Mad About Bars - S4-E27 PT 2 E

It's only right we go for a part two, Innit? One of the greatest In this UK rap thing. No one at me. Teff. Let's go, bro. When my so-called friends turned Judas Had to rise Like dots like Jesus Mum told to say Hail Marys But I got baptized with the streetses Had A sword in my hand for a puncher But I smack on my uncle a preacher Tell him, "Go play hide, we the seekers" Point guard, I Ain't never in the bleachers Still remember my first Pair of Nikes 'Fore that, it was Reebok and Fedas 'Fore that, Kingfisher and Ascots We the Gremlins that came from the backblocks Gotta clean My studs in the mornin' Big bro used to Have the Adoras Never went football without my borer And the cats could believe it's not Flora Them Time, never used to go Sega Big knife like The White Power Ranger Learned how to shoot in Laser Now there's scar on my face like Vega Rubber grip and it's black like panther Reload way More than an anchor I got Sonya Blade and Blank up That's fish girl and we got danker Walk in the house, see my coat by the Door Mum knows that her son ain't a banker But I'm smarter than guys that be in the Same field As me every day, got a franker My young bull got a stick called Deathstroke Told Him fill it with nothin' but cancer When he Tap that twice, have you swayin' And Kanye ain't Even got the answers Got guard on guard with The O-gauge Enemies get stopped by the tailgate Had A silenced scope for the road safe Work good With the teeth like Colgate My girl said there Was a boot in last night She don't know That YG's did that Black Air Forces and a Unknown T Tryna bend man's back and dig that I could tell you 'bout nights on my ridgeback In the Southwark streets, I'm a riffraff In the Park, we ain't havin' no picnics Tryna test out The nines and the big MACs In the park, we ain't havin' no picnics We Tryna test out the nines and the big MACs We the mad men who grew up in Lambeth Mish mash every day, we the misfits Got my K's from the trap like mischief And my bro Fresh home in the district He got no license On license With a brick in the car tryna Risk it You don't wanna know my other friend, He a wrong one Tryna touch man's mum like Biscuit We the mad men who grew up in Lambeth Mish mash every day, we the misfits Got My K's from the trap like mischief And my Bro fresh home in the district He got no License on license With a brick in the car Tryna risk it You don't wanna know my other Friend, he a wrong one Tryna touch man's mum Like biscuit In the mornin', sendin' out texts Come My rent come quick like my exes Just shot Two nines on the metrics On the TV, they Chattin' 'bout Brexit On the works, only step with The five stars Nineteen years old with my nine Star Summertime with the cubs and the tigers Rip More than your clothes and your fibers Don't really Want no trouble Them boy there from a cartoon Network Play search and destroy 'til my head hurts You can go and ask Marks how the tech Works Live corn on the cob, young boy tryna sky One Go rob me a brick or fly one On the arm, ain't even gotta buy one Done A lot of mad things to them people Only Now they wanna shoot my friends If you get Yours and I get mine Who gon' end up On the news at ten? My soldiers all on They feet They be losin' sleep when they losin' Skengs Head, shoulders, knees and toes Any one get Touched, they removin' them We the mad men who Grew up in Lambeth Mish mash every day, we The misfits Got my K's from the trap like Mischief And my bro fresh home in the district He got no license on license With a brick In the car tryna risk it You don't wanna Know my other friend, he a wrong one Tryna Touch man's mum like biscuit We the mad men Who grew up in Lambeth Mish mash every day, We the misfits Got my K's from the trap Like mischief And my bro fresh home in the District He got no license on license With a Brick in the car tryna risk it You don't Wanna know my other friend, he a wrong one Tryna touch man's mum like biscuit