JDZ Media - Spitfire

When I was about 10 Ended up robbing all of my school friends For the Pokemon cards, finger skateboards 6 Years before I ever went pen 5 Years before I got expelled 4 Years before I got kicked out 3 Years before I was a good student 2 years before I got missed out of Santa Claus He didn't wanna bring me nuen Cus I was underprivileged That means now I walk with a complex And trust me I try my best to get rid of this I want more money than you consider rich I was on the roads and I didn't give a shit Cus I was taking phones and taking bikes And I swear my niggas was killin' it Chillin' with D, blazing weed Sat back watching reservoir dogs Used to sell white and B for a boss Until I licked off like 25 oz That's when I realised we was a gold mine Was only 11 more z's in a box And I was 17, fresh outta jail Rollin' with a pedal bike and a dog I p-p-p-paint pictures with words And I paint them like Vincent Van Gogh Still spending money from 08 And I've still not taken the bands off Still got access to the sawnoff Still got more brothers than warner Still on this music ting and I'm still in the gym And I can still hold my corner Trust me you don't wanna start drama Cah the roadside gets hot like a sauna And that's why man wear body armour Cus it gets political like Obama I was on the bus 2 years ago With 100,000 views on flush, pressure Long black rain coat for the bad weather But don't watch that cus things get better Now I got the S-line everyting leather Does naught to 60 in 5.7 Bugzy Malone's on a different level Cah even the whip turns into the devil It's madness, tryna escape from the ghetto That literally is hip hop heavy metal I hear that revenge is sweet But I just hope that it tastes like amaretto Cus I'm about to get back Anybody that thought I was gonna do another stretch in jail If success tastes like coco-cola Then I'll have a large coke and amaretto On the rocks or fresh out the bottle You'll never catch me drowning my sorrows Until I got told Dane was in a coma I took more shots than Miguel Cotto The left side of my chest went hollow I went out like the mask of Zorro I made the sky turn red Ran in the crib And then turned into the devil Pssht, get over here, whoopie Finish him like subzero Out the window, into the garden Over the fence and straight through the ginnel You're soft in the middle like Bueno And talk too much like you're on Jay Leno You've been to the gym for the day And you're already walking around like you're henno I'm Bugzy Malone, the wickedest ting since Liberace learned to play the piano I make a jet black boy turn yellow I'm tryna make more notes than Cello It's Bugzy Malone again And I'm home again So I'm zoning in I didn't think I'd see microphone again The booth thrown me out So I kicked off the door like I owned the house Everybody in the room got thrown about Hulk smash, flip the couch Tied the producer to the chair And that's why I got brand new music out