Bars

Lyrics

[Intro: Terminator, Guvna B] 'Cause I know I already know about you I know about you, innit ....I come from I already done my research where I come from Just know what time it is When you're talking about me Ghetto Ace production 'Allo mate Bars With my bruddas A Star, Favour on this one We tryna get better lyrically We got a message, but We're tryna deliver it in the right way, 'cause if we don't, you'll have man like: CDs got dash out of the car CDs got dashed, unfollow button got hit So listen, calm it all down Dem dead bars? They're not around no more They're not around no more And who do you think that's because of? [Verse 1: A Star] B-b-b-boom, boom, boom I'm back into this Back in the mix Guvna, do me a Favour Gotta tell 'em these dudes better rate us Spittin' on a tune for the Saviour Back with the band this time Guess who's on the radar? A Star, when they par we spray hard Fake dargs who hate hard, I stay far Steadfast, it gets hard, I pray hard Don't spit lies on a song Approach me when I'm in the wrong Late in Stone, you can catch man ridin' along Tell a brudda "Whose side are you on?" When I find him Spread the word, they shuttin' our food Come ask me, I got enough proof When I get to rep Death to flesh Can't body our crew Feels like a "One Body" part 2! [Hook: Guvna B, A Star] We got bars We got bars We got bars We got bars Pull up Every tongue confess And every knee will bow If you need a sick team, my brudda, I'm down Bars, bars [Interlude: Terminator, Guvna B] Read between lines, think about it Just think - next time you're talking, yeah? Think about it Bars, bars 'Cause I'm on my job, I do my job Do you do your job? [Verse 2: Guvna B, Terminator] Allo mate Ayo, rappin' at a back lyrics, I do Back to back, I'm stackin' an' I do Chat the facts, the light visit, I do Attack the track, I might visit, I do I do, I do, I do, I do My Saviour told me there's nothing like You So I tell the homies, there's somethin' I do I ain't move, I'm cuttin' right through With the bars (Bars) Don't care for the cars (Cars) I care for the hearts (Hearts) So I can't (Can't) Just stay in my yard (Yard) I'm praying for bars So I roll out the crib An' I'm screaming "Wha'g'wan?" An' I know I ain't Jamaican but: I do my job [Hook: Guvna B, A Star] We got bars We got bars We got bars We got bars Pull up Every tongue confess And every knee will bow If you need a sick team, my brudda, I'm down Bars, bars [Interlude: Terminator, Guvna B] Yeah, yeah, you're pushing it off! Ask man about me 'Cause I've been sent ten table Bars, bars I'm around some real man Some real, real man [Verse 3: Favour] I say I'm a Christian, you make assumptions So first, let me say I don't think I'm any better I am the worst Unless you're speaking about spitting a better verse Don't take my word, hear my words and observe what I do to a riddim I'm tryna seek truth, you're tryna stay true to religion I would you deeper but Who's gonna listen when Jesus done told them to move from religion? But they still wanna say they believe in the light Pretend we believe in deceit and the lies Unhealthy, like eating a piece of the pie But I'm seeing demons when I dream in the night So there's no point in me feasting on letters Hard food, I need the meat an' the rice We step in different leagues when I speak on the mic Forget me the Saviour and leave when I like But one [?] Don't wanna remind you again, whoever said I remind you of them must have been kiddin' ya I spit fire on the riddim Start truth, no lying on the riddim Cah' us can't afford to be like man are living a Daydream, posting 'bout how they's here Please, I know you don't wanna really rate these Bruddas who tryna be A Star with fake G's [?], we ain't these I love what they hate so they hate me Gets on my nerves, they spit venom n' cuss me But it's absurd to be anything but me I hate to see a man judge me 'cause of my faith, well, music the medicine must be Aim for perfection, not quite there but take my word: I'm the better truth [Hook: Guvna B, A Star] We got bars We got bars We got bars We got bars Pull up Every tongue confess And every knee will bow If you need a sick team, my brudda, I'm down Bars, bars [Outro: Terminator, Guvna B] Doin' better tings? Yeah? An' you're just You're just You're just - what? You're acting like real man forget Bars, bars Gettin' upset about that, I'm like "Rah" Then I'm like Ghetto- "Rah" production Ghetto Ace production