Lyrics Salvador - Bugzy Malone

Salvador

Yeah
It’s Bugz
Listen
Yo, look
I’ve not got around to reading a Bible
Still tryna lead them a worthy example
So I know I gotta get married, it’s vital
I was on one knee right under the Eiffel
Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry
When I had a blackberry, it was survival
That meant a flicky when anywhere I go
All cause a rival took shots at me with a rifle
Blood on the tips on my fingers
Done a Bruce Lee when I linked him
Bit off the end of a spliff then I lit that
I was on a car, picked him in gun chase tryna get me a six-pack
Dreams of me pushing his wig back
Nightmares of me getting 26 in crown
Oh, I’ve never been much of a shooter, but I’ll still bang off
That’s man like kid
No coming all the way through an attempted M I didn’t even do
Didn’t cop my phone, then I wouldn’t have been here
Cause I would’ve got released this time last year
And I can barely remember
Saying to that I want a short back and sides, a 'tache and a beard
Them man are airing my stripes
I told them put a line in my eyebrow, I’m a bad boy out here
Me, I’m just sketching, into my sketch book
I can forgive but I don’t forget
Let me just add an additional bit of perspective
We would eat fish fingers with no ketchup
Now we eat lobster and I’m in a tracksuit
Sat in San Carlo and I’ve got an AP like I’ve been narcos
I’ve got a big business, these boxes at the cargo
You’re looking at a mogul
I might sign me a younger that’s spitting on drill
Teach him the business and make him a star
Then build him up until I’ve made him a mil'
But don’t get it twisted me
I’ve had opps but I’ve beat everyone of them 3 or 4 — nil
I’m looking at houses for 3 or 4 mil'
Even though I got a castle in the middle of a field
I miss standing on the roadside with my hat pulled down
So the cameras couldn’t see me
I miss getting a bar on my pedal bike
They were the days where with shoeboxes full of money
I miss having beef with a rival gang and having 25 of the mandem with me
I miss getting along with my family
Way back in the day when we had that little red
Looking nice went out on the Italian job
I was in the wee game, now that this Cali and dog
I would’ve sold out selling in bags or in little green tops, they can never
keep up
It’s mental, I want like a PlayStation 5 and never Nintendo
You might see my personality switch
But I’ve never dropped a crumb, I’m no Kevin Wendell
The way I’m speaking into the mic
Like Salvador sketching in with the pencil
I get deja vu like Denzel
I’ve got a bendy back and get tekky with a rental
My God, that’s what the waiter said when I got on one knee
Everybody clapping their hands cause a black guy getting engaged
You don’t see just grow up
And you’re lucky if your dad bothers to show
Everybody wants to know you when you blow up
And it’s a shame cah you reap what you sow and I already know this
Still I’ve not got round to reading a Bible
And I’m tryna lead by a worthy example
So I know I gotta get married, it’s vital
I was on one knee right under the Eiffel
Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry
When I had a blackberry, it was survival
Meant a flicky when anywhere I go
All cause a rival took shots at me with a
Fuck off