Salvador - Bugzy Malone

Yeah

It’s Bugz

Listen

Yo, look

I’ve not got around to reading a Bible

Still 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 when I linked him

Bit off the end of a spliff then I lit that

I was on a car, picked him in gun chase tryna get me a six-pack

Dreams of me pushing his wig back

Nightmares of me getting 26 in crown

Oh, I’ve never been much of a shooter, but I’ll still bang off

That’s man like kid

No coming all the way through an attempted M I didn’t even do

Didn’t cop my phone, then I wouldn’t have been here

Cause I would’ve got released this time last year

And I can barely remember

Saying to that I want a short back and sides, a 'tache and a beard

Them man are airing 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

Let me just 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’ve been narcos

I’ve got a big business, these 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 3 or 4 — nil

I’m looking at houses for 3 or 4 mil'

Even though I got a castle in the middle of a field

I miss standing on the roadside with my hat pulled down

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 25 of the mandem with me

I miss getting along with my family

Way back in the day when we had that little red

Looking nice went out on the Italian job

I was in the wee game, now that this Cali and dog

I would’ve sold out selling in bags or in little green tops, they can never

keep up

It’s mental, I want like a PlayStation 5 and never 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

Like Salvador sketching in with the pencil

I get deja vu like Denzel

I’ve got a bendy back and 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 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 cah you reap what you sow and I already know this

Still I’ve not got round to reading a Bible

And I’m tryna lead by 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

Meant a flicky when anywhere I go

All cause a rival took shots at me with a

Fuck off