Bad Boys - Morrisson

I wake up and I stare at the ceiling

I’m alive what a beautiful feeling

I should be dead or in jail

But I’m alive and enjoying my freedom

I’m undefeated like Tyson Fury

But I’m feeling like Tommy Egan

I’m feeling like Tommy Egan

I’m feeling like Tommy Egan

I’m undefeated like Tyson Fury

But I’m feeling like Tommy Egan

I stepped in looking like millions

That’s cause I really made millions

I’m a self made boss and my bros will take that loss (like say no more)

I’ll take a mans girlfriend just like I take mans crop

My black tings gassed but she plays it cool

She said she don’t fuck white boys

But for me she’ll risk it and break the rules

Do the mad ting and watch paid in full

My Maltese ting’s all special

Hood but she don’t act ghetto

I said babe can we fuck in my Bentley

She said yes we can sir like Geko

I got rich in trap then pretended that I did it in rap

They got rich in rap then pretended they did it in trap

The worlds gone mad, nah really the worlds gone mad

I really went to war with my ends and Big Dill’s really had my back

Still with the gang, still with the Mali’s & Akkis

Still move bricks in cabbies

Still bag all my guns like Andy

I’m an OG but I’m still active

I can still make your grow go missing

When you’re sniffing up my coke that’s the only time

You should have your nose in my business

Fam on my mobile phone won’t stop ringing

Man keep ringing my phone off

Then they call me when they want favors

So fuck it I’m switching my phone off

Fuck it put my phone on flight mode

Jump on the flight then leave

When my man need me I’m there in a second

But when I need them they play hide and seek

It’s a been violent week

Further more it’s been a violent life

I ain’t into domestic violence

But my girl brings out my violent side

You got your head kicked in

Then you backed down and swallowed your pride

When I got stabbed up and shot up I got up

And didn’t stop riding till I left an opp fried

I wake up and I stare at the ceiling

I’m alive what a beautiful feeling

I should be dead or in jail

But I’m alive and enjoying my freedom

I’m undefeated like Tyson Fury

But I’m feeling like Tommy Egan

I’m feeling like Tommy Egan

I’m feeling like Tommy Egan

I’m undefeated like Tyson Fury

But I’m feeling like Tommy Egan

I’ve had war after war

I’ve been settling score after score

I’ve been on lick after lick after lick

I’ve been kicking down door after door

Blud I lost friend after friend

And I lost mate after mate

Some of them died in the field

But most of them hotting a snake

Hang tight, my heart colder than Russia

In the streets nobody loves ya

I trust my friend more than my brother

I need my gun more than my mother

I slipped and got hurt by the opps

It’s my own fault I deserve what I got

But I rid and I rid and I rid till I got him back

Then I hurt all his squad

Don’t fuck with my money, don't fuck with my pride

Don’t fuck with my fam

I can sign most of these English rappers

On God I can cover their salaries

I had so much bricks in the trap

All my bruddas shaking and panicking

I’m in my van doing a wheelie

Cause of the weight of the bricks in the back of it

I blew hundreds of racks in them clubs

Looking back man that shit was embarrassing

I’m whiter than David from Dagenham

But I still village beat man like an African

Everyone’s got a gun, but not everybody is banging them

Cause you bought a gun and you stashed it

And ever since then it’s been missing like Madeline

I wake up and I stare at the ceiling

I’m alive what a beautiful feeling

I should be dead or in jail

But I’m alive and enjoying my freedom

I’m undefeated like Tyson Fury

But I’m feeling like Tommy Egan

I’m feeling like Tommy Egan

I’m feeling like Tommy Egan

I’m undefeated like Tyson Fury

But I’m feeling like Tommy Egan