Bronson

You say I'm the first
 Doesn't mean that I'll be the last
 Just means I put in the work
 The mandem see me put in the graft
 Now you do the maths, I had a dirty way before music
 Got a little 38, I've not used it
 Trying to separate my soul from my body?
 When I heard that, I was ready to lose it
 But then I prayed to God
 Because I swore down
 On my mum's life that I didn't want to do this
 Well, she keeps ringing and asking
 I told her "let's not go through this"
 Still I'm thinking where do we go from here?
 How did I go so clear? All of this in one year
 I just wanna kick back and spend this money
 But I'm still wearing a tracksuit
 And I still roll with the shooters, this is no new shit
 I was gonna clap back, I didn't want to go backwards
 I don't want to be remembered as an MC
 Trying to be a Bruce Lee, one of the masters
 You can click HD and still not capture what I captured
 It was all madness
 I was ready to wet man up, I'm no baptist
 They must think I'm a prick, but I've never been a cactus
 Ah well, I can see last year as practice
 Now that I know the game
 But nobody could predict the way the window just shattered
 Man are looking to blast him
 I've got shooters around me, it's like the wild wild west
 And them man are like John Wayne, but they've never been actors
 I'm hard like a bed with no mattress
 It's why I had to think from a different perspective
 So I tried to look through the eyes of the haters
 And then I could understand
 Now that I'm on demand and worth close to 100 grand
 He won't live to regret this, fucking domestics
 Sat around talking about who the best is
 I've got real life shooters around me
 It's like the final scene in Scarface, it's that hectic
 We was meant to be family
 'Till the day you betrayed me
 I was gonna to let man run in through the front door
 'Till I heard that he had 3 babies
 And then I prayed to God
 Because I see him in hell if he keeps testing my patience
 I don't need that on my conscience
 When it all started over nonsense
 And for what? A lack of correspondence
 That means communication, we could've had a conversation
 I'm living like Bronson
 Incarcerated in my situation
 See, I hear my name when I switch the station
 It's not just Manchester now I'm famous
 I was going to wile up bare face
 But I can't, now I got status
 I was in the papers
 I was in the M.E.N and it was blatant
 Seems like the whole thing came to bite me
 There's no way of saying this bit politely
 I feel like quitting the game and making man's body turn icy
 But I don't want to talk no more
 I don't want to talk no more
 I don't want to talk no more
 I don't want to talk no more
 I don't want to talk no more
 Talk no more