Lyrics Bad Boys - Morrisson

Bad Boys

I wake up and I stare at the ceiling
I’m alive what a beautiful feeling
I should be dead or in jail
But I’m alive and enjoying my freedom
I’m undefeated like Tyson Fury
But I’m feeling like Tommy Egan
I’m feeling like Tommy Egan
I’m feeling like Tommy Egan
I’m undefeated like Tyson Fury
But I’m feeling like Tommy Egan
I stepped in looking like millions
That’s cause I really made millions
I’m a self made boss and my bros will take that loss (like say no more)
I’ll take a mans girlfriend just like I take mans crop
My black tings gassed but she plays it cool
She said she don’t fuck white boys
But for me she’ll risk it and break the rules
Do the mad ting and watch paid in full
My Maltese ting’s all special
Hood but she don’t act ghetto
I said babe can we fuck in my Bentley
She said yes we can sir like Geko
I got rich in trap then pretended that I did it in rap
They got rich in rap then pretended they did it in trap
The worlds gone mad, nah really the worlds gone mad
I really went to war with my ends and Big Dill’s really had my back
Still with the gang, still with the Mali’s & Akkis
Still move bricks in cabbies
Still bag all my guns like Andy
I’m an OG but I’m still active
I can still make your grow go missing
When you’re sniffing up my coke that’s the only time
You should have your nose in my business
Fam on my mobile phone won’t stop ringing
Man keep ringing my phone off
Then they call me when they want favors
So fuck it I’m switching my phone off
Fuck it put my phone on flight mode
Jump on the flight then leave
When my man need me I’m there in a second
But when I need them they play hide and seek
It’s a been violent week
Further more it’s been a violent life
I ain’t into domestic violence
But my girl brings out my violent side
You got your head kicked in
Then you backed down and swallowed your pride
When I got stabbed up and shot up I got up
And didn’t stop riding till I left an opp fried
I wake up and I stare at the ceiling
I’m alive what a beautiful feeling
I should be dead or in jail
But I’m alive and enjoying my freedom
I’m undefeated like Tyson Fury
But I’m feeling like Tommy Egan
I’m feeling like Tommy Egan
I’m feeling like Tommy Egan
I’m undefeated like Tyson Fury
But I’m feeling like Tommy Egan
I’ve had war after war
I’ve been settling score after score
I’ve been on lick after lick after lick
I’ve been kicking down door after door
Blud I lost friend after friend
And I lost mate after mate
Some of them died in the field
But most of them hotting a snake
Hang tight, my heart colder than Russia
In the streets nobody loves ya
I trust my friend more than my brother
I need my gun more than my mother
I slipped and got hurt by the opps
It’s my own fault I deserve what I got
But I rid and I rid and I rid till I got him back
Then I hurt all his squad
Don’t fuck with my money, don't fuck with my pride
Don’t fuck with my fam
I can sign most of these English rappers
On God I can cover their salaries
I had so much bricks in the trap
All my bruddas shaking and panicking
I’m in my van doing a wheelie
Cause of the weight of the bricks in the back of it
I blew hundreds of racks in them clubs
Looking back man that shit was embarrassing
I’m whiter than David from Dagenham
But I still village beat man like an African
Everyone’s got a gun, but not everybody is banging them
Cause you bought a gun and you stashed it
And ever since then it’s been missing like Madeline
I wake up and I stare at the ceiling
I’m alive what a beautiful feeling
I should be dead or in jail
But I’m alive and enjoying my freedom
I’m undefeated like Tyson Fury
But I’m feeling like Tommy Egan
I’m feeling like Tommy Egan
I’m feeling like Tommy Egan
I’m undefeated like Tyson Fury
But I’m feeling like Tommy Egan