M.E.N

Bugzy Malone You know Mr Snowman on production Watch this, I got a brand new 3 bedroom crib Spotlights in the ceiling it's sick Got a beanbag in the computer room, all I need now is Grand Theft Auto 6 Got an office and everything cocaine white In the morning it can get too bright But it doesn't affect me these days cos I've been staying up way too deep in the night Thinking about before it all went bad Before the day I met my real dad Before I knew about money and bills and how they both made my mum get sad Sat counting about 25 bags I'm running out of elastic bands It turns out, when you make money on the road there's nothing you can do with the cash So I jump in the S-Line driving fast Hope I don't bump in to my step-dad Cos they say mental abuse is worse than physical abuse and I wanna get him back But I don't wanna do another custodial sentence In a four-by-four pad And I gotta take this time to apologise to my best friend cos we almost crashed Let me try and explain It's intricate because I've never been plain It's intimate because I never contacted a counsellor to get rid of this pain I walk with it and now I'm going insane Losing control of my own brain Watching documentaries on serial killers and feeling that I can relate Do you find that strange? Yeah? Ok. Well let me get this straight If I get a life sentence or I don't make it, it's cos I could not handle the pain I don't wanna hear nobody complain About that's good talent gone to waste Cos if I didn't go through what I went through, you would have never downloaded my mixtape So let me confide in you Let me get it off my chest Turns out no matter how many tracks I make I still can't handle the stress But I don't watch all the indirects True say man might see me as a threat I don't mind going out as a legend as long as I'm known as Manchester's best So picture the scene I'm sitting on my corner sofa in peace Until I got a call 'Have you seen yourself in the papers? You're wanted by the police' And I was like what? And it was hot. But do you wanna know what was a lot? The night before was the night I went on Twitter and had a direct message from Sloth Just my luck Let me do a Vincent van Gogh Cos you know I paint pictures with words And I've still not published one book I was in Panacea trynna get to the bar And my man didn't wanna let me past Pushed me into a family of brothers Before you knew it I'd already been cracked But let me remind these fools Into the devil I turn They stepped back, I stepped forward, play with fire and you're gonna get burned But I must apologise in advance cos I didn't want it to end so bad See what happened from there was loose I was in the Manchester Evening News He said he got violently attacked Outside in a taxi he was whacked, and coulda died But that's how you know what the papers tried, it was self defence, that's a blatant lie I'm stereotyped And do you wanna know why, I'm a different guy When I was about 8, my mum moved to an area that was heavily white I was in school looking like Wesley Snipes Ben Shermans and a second hand bike Feeling like a donut cause I'd already been stabbed by the time I was Year 9 Mum didn't want me to see Moss Side Told me that too many people died Between like '91 and '99 there was a gang war and violent crime My uncle's face got torn out by the pellets of shotgun like Frankenstein I was sat with him in an M3 that could 0-60 in 4.5 One hand holding the steering wheel Moving quicker than the Batmobile Driving around Cheetham Hill when I was about 9 Back when the hood was real A villain, taken Securicor boxes And I don't care if it's hot They don't mean Russell Crowe when they mention the gladiator in the gang war book The first guy that I ever looked up to he was like Batman without the suit Now it's my turn to try and put Manny on the map, I just hope I can do it like you Hope I can get one million views Hope that I never get caught with food I hope that Charlie can breathe alright in the smoke cos I set fire to the booth When I realised that grime was English hip hop forget about all the tunes Forget the playlist I wanna go down in history like Tutankhamun Bugzy Malone Leave that playing I dedicate this one to Dane My little cousin He didn't make it Rest in Peace my fam See you soon my brudda