Testo Mad About Bars - ArrDee feat. Mixtape Madness & Kenny Allstar
Testo della canzone Mad About Bars (ArrDee feat. Mixtape Madness & Kenny Allstar), tratta dall'album Mad About Bars
It's Prodigy
How is C Dot funded and where do you get your money from?
Ayy, ayy (Simple answer)
I'm him
Been that sauced up white kid before they had an inkling
Back when I had cheese, Inklings
Make sweeties cream before they Kipling (Ha)
Ahh, they turned a dog into a star (Uh)
Then tablet of damage, Diet Darts (Uh)
'Cause I'm countin' cash I'm catchin' from the charts
But I've been busy burying a bag of bars
Still see Kim, Thorp, and I'm stayin' out all night
You better call, I'm livin' it large
If I cared what people thought then I'd cap with a bally like you
And that's smooth and hard (Fuck that)
But I look like a tart, I'm stayin' in charge of the party
Please stay calm
Still got a clique that's dangerous that I can't tame
Bad dame, kids want it, don't part
Wiz don't get that I'm famous
Got me in the past while he picks up a box of grub
Step with the same faces so much
They get treated the same if I don't turn up (Hey)
Try me on a night out, lights out from teets
They'll ask what I done after
Half the time, it's my fault
Aggy and quite short
Fuck the fame, I try size man up (What?)
Long time since I light one up
Bro said I should try, it might calm me down (Uh)
I ain't even goin' on bad, just mad in my head
Twisted, no problem, child (Good times)
I don't find it alarmin' (Nah)
Chicks say I'm charmin' and excitin' (Yes)
I get a kick out of takin' a man's girl
While fuckin' her bestie, I'm trash and I like it (Haha)
What? Who's on job? (What?)
Think 'cause I'm cheeky, I'm movin' soft (Nah)
'Cause I don't talk greaze on beats
Don't mean it ain't easy for me to get you man got (Nah, nah)
Still haven't got no opps (Nah)
Just a few mugs who run their gob
And you think I ain't writin' my own shit
Suck at your mum, boy, you lost the plot (Suck your mum)
I ain't ever stepped in a booth and done what I do
And the whole room's mind ain't blown
I've been an exceptional yout
Impressed anybody that I met since five years old (Buss it)
Never nuttin' less than the truth when I talk
And I'm findin' it hard to just mind my own
'Cause the rest all claim the same shit (What?)
But they blatantly fake from their walk to their tone, woah (Fake)
Fuck it, I'm only competin' with me
I been tryna better myself (Haha)
The way I was livin', couldn't carry on
Woulda ended up deadin' myself (Fuck, shit)
And that's real shit
Sometimes gotta look in the mirror and admit when this ain't it
And I'm changin' (Uh)
But I'm still that geezer that came in crazy (Crazy)
Nearly had a baby, at least I'm true to the bars (Haha)
Brother with brother just don't feel right
When their arses fake like Nicki Minaj
And most of them are
Fake on the 'Gram, worse in the flesh
And they get gassed up (Safe)
Start thinkin' they're famous
'Cause they got a page, pretty little things sends three garms (Eugh)
Get a job (Huh?), that ain't a passion (Haha)
It's like bein' wotless is back in fashion
Can't moan too much
They're the same ones that I'm smash and dashin' and double-tappin'
In fact, do you an OnlyFans now, there's money to grab (Huh?)
I don't slide in with game no more
I slide in with, "We should do a content collab", are you mad?
Ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
RT, RT
Prodigy
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Writer(s): Andre Scott, Kenny Allstar
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