Lyrics 74 bars of pain - Ard Adz

Maniac

Before you put me in a speaker
Devil had me locked, and he put me in a sleeper
You can ask Misha, Caprica, Khadijah
They′re all gonna tell you, "Yeah, I smoke you like shisha"

Mum was an immigrant, came with no VISA
I was mad hungry, eating bruddas like isha
Five for the feature, I grind through the Easter
Grind through the winter, survived in the dinger

The line kicking like kung-fu
Could've been in jail, but the feds spun the wrong coupe
Hard life akh, I′ve been waiting in a long queue
My little man's good, he's got a father like John Q

And I can tell you about broke days
When I was shotting on my little four-stroke days
My uncle died from four stroke days
So if you cross me then look both ways

′Cause I get you when you sail on your boat day
And I sink a man′s ship, no float day
Real skinny so no one would've thought that
Any time I′ve ever been jumped, akh I fought back

So don't bother ask, "Is he real?"
I had the burners in my room like Izzy Reals
Life′s hard and sticky still
And this Cuban on my neck's from Bricky hill

Life′s cold like a Slush Puppie
I look ahead, blue and red like a Slush Puppie
Feds are on my back like Hush Puppy
I need that loud clean paper, no hush money
My pit bull's getting zoomies
I think he needs a zoobie
I see the money then I zoom in
Get it then I zoom out akh, this a movie

And who's Dukie? What it do, Scooby?
Never had an AK, Desert or an Uzi
But I′ve had a Trey Eight, shotter and a deucey
Two shots lick your face off and that′ll do me

I grind full-throttle in the winter
Callum's got the Range, top model like Wynter
First I got the one-two, then I got the ninja
I was in the night with a knife like a ninja

And fuck P.C. Linda
Nicked me in school, I nicked a PC printer
Never been a drinker, I′m just a thinker
Life's a surprise like a toy in a Kinder
Couple opps, might see them chilling on Tinder
I was mad young and had feelings for Brenda
Never think I told her, I was mad tender
Way before Allah put my life in this blender

I head back to the centre
If the pack′s dead, send back to the sender
Summer felt like December
Hoodie on tight so don't ask my agenda
I remember, like a shot dude used to shot food
And I took coins like a vendor
I done a thousand offences, hopped fences
Feds pissed, can′t catch the offender

M-way speeding, bound to London
I take trips and bring loud through customs
I bring loud to functions
Heard your tunes, you don't sound to a hundred
Look we're just strolling
Four shanks up in a car that′s stolen
No lights on and we′re just patrolling
Cah they love slipping like they're just bowling

Fuck them bro, they steal
My TuneCore account′s saying, "Don't take deals"
I don′t drink lean, and I don't take pills
I love my queen like her homemade meals
I don′t pay bills, know how pain feels
I don't make mills but I maintain steel
Your buss down fake but my plain Jane real
And I've seen shootouts and them cocaine deals, dirty