Bugzy Malone - Bronson lyrics

You say I'm the first Doesn't mean that I'll be the last Just means I put in the work The mandem see me put in the graft Now you do the maths, I had a dirty way before music Got a little 38, I've not used it Trying to separate my soul from my body? When I heard that, I was ready to lose it But then I prayed to God Because I swore down On my mum's life that I didn't want to do this Well, she keeps ringing and asking I told her "let's not go through this" Still I'm thinking where do we go from here? How did I go so clear? All of this in one year I just wanna kick back and spend this money But I'm still wearing a tracksuit And I still roll with the shooters, this is no new sh** I was gonna clap back, I didn't want to go backwards I don't want to be remembered as an MC Trying to be a Bruce Lee, one of the masters You can click HD and still not capture what I captured It was all madness I was ready to wet man up, I'm no baptist They must think I'm a prick, but I've never been a cactus Ah well, I can see last year as practice Now that I know the game But nobody could predict the way the window just shattered Man are looking to blast him I've got shooters around me, it's like the wild wild west And them man are like John Wayne, but they've never been actors I'm hard like a bed with no mattress It's why I had to think from a different perspective So I tried to look through the eyes of the haters And then I could understand Now that I'm on demand and worth close to 100 grand He won't live to regret this, f**ing domestics Sat around talking about who the best is I've got real life shooters around me It's like the final scene in Scarface, it's that hectic We was meant to be family 'Till the day you betrayed me I was gonna to let man run in through the front door 'Till I heard that he had 3 babies And then I prayed to God Because I see him in hell if he keeps testing my patience I don't need that on my conscience When it all started over nonsense And for what? A lack of correspondence That means communication, we could've had a conversation I'm living like Bronson Incarcerated in my situation See, I hear my name when I switch the station It's not just Manchester now I'm famous I was going to wile up bare face But I can't, now I got status I was in the papers I was in the M.E.N and it was blatant Seems like the whole thing came to bite me There's no way of saying this bit politely I feel like quitting the game and making man's body turn icy But I don't want to talk no more I don't want to talk no more I don't want to talk no more I don't want to talk no more I don't want to talk no more Talk no more