[Intro]
Yeah, Bugzy Malone
You know
Watch this, look
[Chorus]
See in my dressing room, there's Louis V and body armour, that's no cap
The race ain't over, I'm still chasing trauma, final lap
Spent years getting involved in drama but that's the trap
And once that money's gone, just know you're not getting that money back
I had to pave the road, couldn't see the Margra, friends or not
And to my knees I dropped, pray to the Father, "Hold me up"
This is the ballad of a lone soldier, let me cook
Tell these rappers I ain't friendly, I left my heart in the hood
[Verse]
My soul's trapped in a freezer, pnеumonia in my blood
If only I woulda ducked, maybe he wouldn't havе shot
He turned behind, take that pellet from my body
Probably still woulda trusted-, shh
My intuitions heavy though
Hellfire in my belly, woah
MTV Cribs on my telly while my pennies low
Listen, I'm just tryna show them how to roll
I know it hurts but never let the pain destroy your soul
Pen wasn't an option, filled the page with lead from my pencils
Put a full clip in the mic, left the floor full of shells
Couple labels tried to sign me because pain sells
I learned to hustle on the sides, I had to use my brain cells
Fragrance conversations, I been thinking into next year
They love to have your dough but they don't know you had to shed tears
With no luck, you'll walk a thousand miles just to get here
And then they'll make up stories once you've gone clear, it gets weird
I swear down, they don't know the pain attached to success
I remember being starving, I was pissed, fake Rolex on my wrist
When I was broke and I was homeless, you think I could picture this?
There's no Christmas list when your family's on the missing list
Rock bottom, that's a different pain
Comprende? Stashing food out in the pissing rain
By the M way, bill a spliff then studied snatch, Guy Ritchie was my sensei
Back when overthinking turned a Tuesday to a Wednesday
Educated in the trap house, catch me trapping with my team
Two brothers, both little and their mother was a fiend
And then daddy was a self-proclaimed bad man from the streets
Until I had to teach him manners, I had to blast him off his feet
To make them tougher, we would make them fight each other, thats the hood though
Ironic, heroin will put their mother in a chokehold
She died of an overdose, that's life in the ghetto
Head spinning like you're break dancing with the Devil
Onto the next trap house, duck the feds like Cat and Mouse
Me and my boy was bagging up but he must've been smoking the crack down
He came to the door with his eyes wide, then the nine-milli' got backed out
The oldest called on a one on one so I smacked him up 'til he passed out
When I look back I am not proud
He was given a week to pay off the debt
We sent him in to the post office with a long whistle, that's the clarinet
He came out holding a bag of coins and got IPP, what a bad mess
HMP's like a hotel 'cause the hood stays hotter then Marrakech
He got nine years and got deported
I'm a pioneer, I've got resources
Like 16's, 32's, I lose count in the deep 40's
Shallow friends, deep stories
On the block, I would see Porsches
I used to look up to man until I seen gangsters that I had to remortgage
I'm in the gym I want endorphins
She said I'm acting important
He got knacked, I got nicked but I'm no informant
Balaclava, that's informal
In fact, I've never been normal, not in school, in the streets, tell the industry that I'm immortal
Scribbler rang me from jail, told me he done fourteen
Like we was on the wing together, mobbing back in Stoke-Heath
No-one checks your mental health when you're from these cold streets
The climbing isn't easy when the hole's deep
So I'm shouting, “Free Lokes” and “Free Shaq”
I don't even think the ghost of the Christmas past could bring my real family back
They say it’s an advantage now to be black
But you don't see colour when you're from the real gutter, that’s a deep fact
I'm out here on my ones, smacking life, I don't need family
And I was raised by alcoholics, I don't need the brandy
I turn a rapper to a comic like his name was Dandy
You'll know your healing when the disrespect don't make you angry
[Chorus]
I got Louis V and body armour, that's no cap
The race ain't over, I'm still chasing trauma, final lap
I spent years getting involved with drama but that's the trap
And once that money's gone, just know you're not getting that money back
I had to pave the road, couldn't see the Margra, friends or not
And to my knees I dropped, pray to the Father, hold me up
This is the ballad of a lone soldier, let me cook
Tell these rappers I ain't friendly, I left my heart in the hood
[Outro]
Bugzy Malone
