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ambush (buzzworl) - behind barz lyrics

[intro]
yo, amb
link up tv
behind bars

[verse]
let me get in from the intro
hand me down creps, so i was taking, had insole
so you can’t tell me ’bout the grind cah i been broke
but i couldn’t stay there, they ain’t no sp-ce their
relate to my pain, ain’t the same cah you ain’t here
and if the armed robs then a m in the same year
in fact, in the same month
coulda rode 8 eight plugs, hungry
had to rob a food, but i ain’t munch, midday
plate full of food, but it ain’t lunch, active
trips ot, but this ain’t cunch
n-ggas know me, and they hate cuz
keep smoke b, and i wake up
but any means that i had to get my cake up past, they cakey
fam i hit cells at every hour at the day g
so you can’t tell me ’bout the grind cah i’m skatey
times i never had much, made me wan’ change g
made me wan’ change, so i had to make a change, uhh
it was pedal bike in the rain, uhh
mate, your life ain’t the same
it was times i them cell doors messing up my brain
and it made me not look at sh-t the same
i’m in the mirror can’t say, nah
nah, i’m in mirror and i’m asking myself “amb why you tryna make this hard for yourself?”
but your harder than them n-ggas
go hard, and then laugh at these n-ggas, what
wagwan?
cah they weren’t there when i was in jail
done couple years and i still didn’t take no l’s
and i bucked bare paigans as well
you can ask baby, you ask vel
n-ggas weren’t on p-ss
chillng with k or smoking with migz n-gga
i was on the wing with legands
you know mg, st deaders
had the whole place walking around with cheffers
and me and ys, had the nicest
marijuana, when the jail was the driest
no behaviour, every day darg
on the 3’s kicking knowledge with rayva
even in block, thameside couldn’t make man rot
it was all my n-ggas moulz and ogz
jeowaydez made ’em give us tv’s
and we still had weed
you can ask chopz, he was their too
give a f-ck about zoots, cah my n-ggas got q’s, yeah
that’s a real n-gga in the mooh
need views, me too
me too, i need a million views, huh
i need a million views like cs
true we was on the wing tryna pattern no bs
in cells talking drones on phones
now we on the road doing gains and goals
putting pain on flows
real life, done crime behind bars
so it’s so many right i got my behind bars
and i’m tryna tell them what i was like behind bars
yes!
me and steff had one-on-one stress
i’m talking z’s on tec’s on z’s
shoulda seen the q at my door, wrong meds
ask fredo cah he came for a phone too
i had vodafone’s and i had o2
and if i don’t know you
gear one, you better put it in first
or i woulda caught him slippin’ at church
yeah, it got real like dat
’nuff pain in my chest, i can’t feel like dat
my bro got thirty-five at seventeen
lost to the music, foul me
type of sh-t that was meant for a rowdy
buy six years late, and my n-gga still rowdy
i scream dat proudly
‘low me, you don’t know nuttin’ about me
ask cuzzy if i gave man racks
and all now he hasn’t paied man back
but he got a fizzy and he got my back
no shank, no strap, you lacked
can’t lie, ’nuff times i did dat
but i still made run with their shank
i guess real n-ggas do real things
you know like stacey flow and akhz
you know like rossy, shotz and h-ss
reeko bare shower man like zags
you know like trizzy, ninja, bando
two murderer cells like bandos
can’t n0body can tell me where i can go
still p-ssed about this driving ban doe
got me on a pedal bike helmet, rambo
shh, city boy ting
so many thought it was a pretty boy ting
till i turn around and they got woi ching
but more time, i’m a good yute, uhh
and i’m tryna spit it for the good yutes
i ain’t a real model, and i ain’t perfect
but i can tell you that the roads ain’t worth it
’nuff og’s tryna be good yutes
the pressure gon’ surface
n-gga better find your purpose
’nuff man on the road feel worthless
cah they been around for years being useless
tell you for free that the gang tings useless
you gon’ see your best friend turn trueless
and if that was enough to k!ll jesus
what chance do you think that you have?
they don’t know half my story
tryna go from gush to the glory
but free my n-gga gus, he got too many years, and thats naughty
but it’s cool cah we no gov’s, that’s naughty, ayy
yeah we no gov’s, that’s naughty

[outro]
amb
dtr, that’s dis time round
buzworl
fumez the engineer
yes
behind barz

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