Mad About Bars

By C1

Released on July 14, 2019

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Part 1


[Intro: Kenny Allstar]

Ghosty

I'm not gonna lie, you lot know we've seen a lot of young guys on this drill ting

Rah, it's BKay unah

This one here, up there with one of the special ones to watch

LTH, stand up

Man like C1

This is Mad About Bars and this one is a mazza


[Verse 1]

Catch me an opp and I'm chinging him sideways, exit wounds leave that one stressed

We don't ride out with iPhones, I ain't tryna do my drills for the net

Act up, get cheffed down, make it bulge like her arse in a dress

Who done who? But I can't confess, me, point to the spot like a ref

Full time, no ninety, show my fans all love and respect

I done it with Skid, we stepped, I done it with S, who's next?

I got banned from my local shop with Slim, don't get me vexed

They said I can't be on ends but I breach that shit like I ain't got sense

And I ain't no talker, a whole skid, don't do a Paul Walker

There's opps on the border, go ready up and bro that's a order

I'm tired of them man driving past in cabs, who you tryna fool?

Had man running in blocks from school, rusty .9, came back with tools

What I've done for the gang, for the strip, you'd think I'm taking the piss

Like Jeff Hardy, I take high risks, like Aubameyang, make man flip (Flip-flip-flip-flip-flip-flip-flip)

LT, my side, my bits, from young I've known real shit

You can ask Slim what it's like on the ride, can't be Axel and drop my knife

And run like Young S9, fine, I ain't gonna waste my time

Three for twenty, four for twenty five, both of the barrels in line

We got someone's MCM dashing, didn't even look back twice

I So Mi Like It like Spice, I ain't getting done for a steak and rice

Part 2


[Intro: Kenny Allstar]

What did I tell you?

See the way he gets in them pockets? It's different, watch out

Man like C1, oof

Mom, MoneyEvery's making beats again

Well if you didn't know, he's got a mixtape out right now, it's called Tulse Hill Slums

But let's go back in with another beat


[Verse 2]

Sweet one tryna be Miss C, she can never be Miss C

I just stepped in the T, I'm looking at my Merlin spazz this fiend

I'll jump out and beat, I'm running down bare of these IC3's

I'm with T, same way I'm with S and Breeze

Ready up, no Fortnite, I need me a mil' to my name like Meek

Twenty-four hours in the T, that's not me, I give it to B

He staged his death, certain man get slapped and scream

What's so hard to go step for your G? Like SJ, I'll just step and squeeze

Us man 'ere don't sell no dreams

He done Bolt and he done Blake, he done Lightning McQueen

You wouldn't think two live OC, it's a four door Ford with a lot of LT's

Opp thot wanna take this meat, me, trap hard like Ace in the streets

Dump off and they all retreat

Think first, don't speak, don't end up on ITV

Don't slip with your life, we play for keeps, nuttin' round here ain't free

And I don't know nuttin' 'bout dem man, not by me then local skengman

Do it how I done it with gangland, say the wrong word, get done like Hangman