I Got Bars - P Money

I ain’t expecting Corrie

I’ll punch up your jaw like Mollie

I’m a real life heavyweight 'cause I hold more pounds than a shopping trolley

Mad, mad

You think you wanna go?

Yo, I’m tired of your lies, when you talk my eyes lower

You can rush me with a team of beasts next week

You’ll be hearing about the animals I bored like Noah

When I cut up a grass without a mower

You ain’t going in or going out 'cause you ain’t much of a go-er

Punchlines?

I’ve got punchlines and punch guys

I could do both, but you ain’t much of a flow-er

Man’s gonna cry bouncing off the bars screaming out Yeboah

Thought you were gone, thought you were so up

Name a place, let’s see if you show up

After I catch you, I’m gonna be in stitches

But it’s you with the wounds A&E will have to sew up

Your wounds will be like your wifey’s long thrush

You’ll see and then (throw up)

You’ll dash, she’ll (glow up)

I mean she’ll (hoe up)

In fact she’ll move on with a next bredda at your funeral, speech and she won’t

even go up

Levels, anytime blud, it can go up

How can you grow weed and not grow up

You’re still Twitter beefing, grow up

You’re one of them wannabe Al-Qaeda emcees that terrorise mentions 'til they

blow up

You can thank me for raising your views on YouTube, but before this,

you couldn’t get your dough up

How dare you think this was your pal, when you don’t talk about me,

your retweets and all your likes slow up

But that ain’t gonna happen to me 'cause I ain’t ever had a bad release

I drop bangers and man repeat, you drop clangers and man retreat

I’ve got a song of your’s man retrieved

I can’t lie, you sound backwards B, talking about grime’s dead and how you had

to kill it

And plus evolution, but then you came back with rap my G

Explain that one my G

This is why I gotta smack up guys, hospitalise

And pack up guys, I’m not Will, but I am the G

P’s never had blacker eyes

Even on a holy field, I will clap up mics

Every bar I have up minds

I’ve got a young G with diamonds in his chain, looking real ICB

One phone call to him and he will turn up with backup Nines

Write off and smash up signs, you ain’t real

And you ain’t mashing P

You’re broke, you ain’t mashing P

I got a mash and peas that will turn a man to mushy peas

And when I hunt, it’s not catch and release

When a whip goes by and the gun blows, your darg will be eyes closed,

mouth open man looking like man tryna catch a breeze

I ain’t planning on bodying your siblings daughter but these leg shots might

catch your knees

In jail, real man know me

In jail, you were not cosy on your first night

You covered your pillow in tears and bogey

'Cause your cellmate was talking a man for a Mick Foley

Keep on saying you can hold these shots, like I won’t go into manager mode and

pitch goalies

You’re worrying about who told me

One shot split you like Blittz and Toby

G-code, these breddas can’t decode me

Top producer, are you sure?

When I ran up in the studio, I gave you them beats, you was like «Rah!

man Deeco’d me»

I don’t even want no trophy, the same way you don’t want smoke G

Vegan, but I still beef man at my local groceries

I 'GRM DAILY' when I post G

When I get your location, I bet you’ll ghost G

Or you’ll be gasping for air when I run up in the yard

And my G Stormzy and it’s 'Gang Signs and Prayers'

I don’t know anybody that don’t find him weird

No dubs, weren’t saying nothing until mine appear

Gang, gang life, don’t think mine are scared

Man are over-prepared than the Batmobile with bare different buttons on the

side of the chair

You could die or get more than your vision impaired

Oh, you wanna play games over there?

Cool.

Great

'Til I load up one of my runners with a lot of solid metal for a snake while I

over-watch man’s fate

What can I say?

The streets are rage

My G’s will catch man slipping after they pree your page

If my team starve, then I starve.

If I eat, they eat

Muslim friends will be like 'Rah!

It’s Eid again'

They’re like 'P, you squash him'

What do you expect when you put me up against Soft Cotton

Honestly, you lot must’ve forgotten

I’ve been involved in the biggest clashes over the last ten years,

and look I’m still on 'em

Talking like you’re Dwayne Johnson, but you’re forced to make this move when

you’ve hit rock bottom

Smack a man up and I’ll slew, I’m a problem

You had enough?

Mad

ROUND ONE, FIGHT