Bugzy Malone - SPITFIRE PT.2 lyrics

Fuckin' Bugzy Malone jDZ Media Spitfire

I said my JDZ spitfire's
Always getting replayed
I come a long way from my Audi A3 days
I used to have a crop gaff full
Of green like I was CJ
They let you freestyle on the
Showroom when they've been paid

Everybody's fallen off, me I like to maintain
I guess that makes me a big dog
Call me the great Dane
Them man blew their money on
Their bitches and their champagne
Me I want the latest mobile for my Batcave

I brokе up with my ex of ten years
That was a deep pain
Now I'm singlе all these bit's
Are gassed like I'm methane
Fuck them and their OnlyFans
Tell that bitch to behave
Me I want a ten-ten I can spoil on her B-Day

Me I want a ten-ten with some
Morals and a clean slate
I was on the block back when
Shelly had the twelve gauge
I was on the road back when
Gaz was still a mad man
I was outside Jays when the
Nina went bang, bang

And they think I'm not from gang life
'Member watching man get stabbed
To bit's one night
Outside the party and ya man died
Heard the doctors brought him back to life
It mustn't of been time
They wonder why I always had my knife
Why do you think I'm

Big steppin' 24, no messing
He wants to be the king of the north
God bless him now they're calling me the
Great British dream
I used to think that I was tricky like
Ronaldo but I think I'm more Messi

I don't think my lyrics could
Get any more tekky
And I used to have water with
My porridge for my brekky
I banged down my jail cell
Door when I got aggy
Now I have a little drop
Of Guinness in my Maggy

This is big steppin', I'm in deep, no rest
I heard they wanna be like me, God bless
And now they're calling me an entrepreneur
I used to think that I was good at
Playing checkers but I think it's more chess

I don't think my enemies could
Get any more vexed
Enemies? I'm not sure that I've
Got any more left
I just murdered 23 and I'll do 24 next
I heard my old bredrin tried
To shoot his cousin, caught a bird

And by caught a bird I don't mean a pheasant
It's funny cause' that same cousin
Smacked me in my mouth
But when I got out of jail
I stuck it on his toes with no weapons
Suddenly it looked like he got
Hit with bad depression

He said 'Why'd you wanna fight?' Told
Him stop asking me questions
And why? It's cause' I had to learn my lesson
It's ironic when they're calling you a king
But, you came up from a peasant
My southside nigga caught life and
I could see it coming

He told me that he could
See demons in his dreams
He was in and out of jail
Always knocking on my mums
I'd be standing at my window with
My flicky in my jeans
He'd be like 'Wagwarn bro
Come we get this P'

I just hit a B and hit the
Roads and I was on repeat
It's ironic when you're tryna get
This money to live free
But, you'll risk getting incarcerated
For couple G's
Family ain't your family when you
Catch your family stealing

I'm a man now
That means I'm hardly in my feelings
Shoutout hammer season
I just smashed the glass ceiling
The PTSDs really got my heart bleeding
P is for the problems that
The money couldn't pay for

T is for the trauma
And the psychotic behaviour
S is for the stress that's got
You praying to your saviour
D is because drug dealing puts you in danger
Forget about the dough
Me I'm only just healing

I look at the Sterrato and
I get a mad feeling that's a 270 grand car
I'm only at the top because
I really worked hard
I done my due diligence, I really read books
I read The Art Of War and it
Taught me how to develop a strategy

They wonder why there's not a
Rapper in my category
Don't need the university
I learned to play Monopoly
I'm employing staff now, salaries and that
I go shopping on Knightsbridge
Galleries and that

I spent a hundred on statues
To decorate my gaff
I call it the house of vision cause'
I seen it in the past
That's what I call the fragrance
I'm a hustler from the pavement
I wear Gucci for a double breasted suit
Got it in grey

If they're hating then they're hating
There's no success without patience
I don't watch all the smiling cause'
Most of it is fake I don't know if they're
Ready for the message, is it time yet?
I said our sky is the limit
Be inspired is the mindset

And it's the year of the great British dream
When an independent rappers on
Your cinema screen
You wanna see the trainers we just put in JD
And the albums like the great British
Blueprint on how to succeed

I've got a message for the rich
I'm like Robin Hood and I'm coming up quick
In my school there was tough
Guys and boisterous kids
In my jail there was tough guys and lunatics
I was locked up with a brudda
That just lost his shit

Chilled with his little brother on
The block and shit he said one day his
Stepdad manhandled his mother
So he must have went home
And backed out his stick
He really wigged him with the axe
Wigged him with the axe

I'm talking blood up the walls
I came up with some maniacs
I said he wigged him with the axe
Wigged him with the axe
I hope that they release him soon
I swear I can relate