text: Behind Barz Lyrics
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  RV
  Headie One
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  The realest
  Tottenham
  Im a savage
  Had a chance to kill RV but he panicked
  Pulled out a burner on me
  But he couldnt slap it
  Either that ting was a rebore or I did magic
  But right now everything tragic
  My retaliation rate is rapid 
  Anytime I get that drop
  Step round there with that mop
  Mum saw me leave my yard with my mask on, she asked when will it stop?
  And I told her never
  Out here applying that pressure
  Real gun driller, no Trevor
  Bag full of bells and its looking like treasure
  Link for the AM on the east and Im on the way back with the Mitchells, no Peggy 
  90 in the Ms for the readdies, invest in a speshy 
  Headie One trying to roll on that land like Kelly
  We was doing anything green get shelly
  Still do it like I did it with Tug O War 
  Bad B come to the Niz for the D, we aint gotta go Potters Bar
  Two hands on a hefty, freeze, all I gotta do is lock my arms
  We was 16 when we had the opp block looking like Tour de France
  Assist bro like a through ball
  I done it and I left no trace, thats why they think I do juju
  Feds said I cant be with Headz; this is my freedom Im risking
  Big rambo or the flick ting
  I dont take knives from the kitchen 
  Tryna grab that yute Ive been itching
  Wet mans throat like hes drinking 
  No immigration, Ill dip him
  They love me in Tottenham like Chick King
  .44 long holds six in
  Put tools in the ride and drive like something needs fixing
  RV, Ive never been a victim
  Try run up on gang, what the fuck were they thinking? 
  Shh beat corn out the whip and they all blew on some Crip ting
  Weighing up all these grams, and I aint needing no ruler
  Gone half a day in the T and Im feeling like couldve brought the re back sooner
  All this nigga know is money, port land doing drug deals and Jummah
  How many times did I run up in cells and have to get man down with the tuna? 
  Real gunners in my hood, Ill say that with my chest thats without the Puma 
  I cant have beef with these losers
  Im really out here needing new bells for this Luger
  Them man need a computer
  They want me-, they want me in court again going at it again with a prosecutor
  Fuck all of my opps, fam I cant wait till we link up
  Shoot on your block with the Canon but I never came there with Link Up
  Dont involve my name with no mix-up
  Pole on my waist, got my ting tucked
  Have your mum putting flower by your grave while pouring that liquor like she waved that drink up
  Stepped in holding my burner, looking like Statue of Liberty
  Feds want this rapper in the bin, but I cant let them litter me
  I get shit popping
  When I was on the wing like Robben
  Chef one yout in his face, now hes got a scar like Ribery
  Im really taking these risks
  Thats nothing but latex from my fingertips to my wrist
  Think everything crisp til Im running that down tryna give him this ching
  Lean out the ride trying to spray mans head back like I just finished his trim
  All those times I came to induction, I pray to the Lord I was bringing this wing
  Still got my jail shank, that have been in the gym
  And I can tell you about the maddest of losses
  I put all of my bread in the T, and I had 70p in my pocket
  My nose blocked, Im coughing
  I spent that last change there on lockets
  Bruck down Vauxhall or Mazda
  Bag full of shells, not pasta
  All of this gun smoke, I think its affecting my asthma
  I got two of each cause the food was cheap like ASDA
  I got keeping making these sales, I trap like my lines got cancer
  Foods not dead like Whitney or Bobby, got Kim K or Kanye West
  You aint take a loss when you been up Conny, then you aint had a hard days yet
  Young Gs in the ride with the shotty—they aint even passed their test
  Had all these opp boys keep running from me, its a shame I aint fast as dem
  They said Im stepping out farm thats nonsense
  Headie One been on that block in my sliders, Air Force, Air Max, Jordans
  Moretime Headie One gripping on spinners and dottys and autos and choppers
  You cant afford to see man in a bruck down Focus
  My little niggas got an obsession with pokings
  Six man with their shanks out, got the gang looking like Logan
  These niggas know my head back good and I can leave your head back open
  Them man are snakes, man are cobras
  Interview rooms like their singing along to Frozen
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