Sunday

[Verse 1: Big H]
Run them out, run them out
Rastaman fireman, youts, bun them out
Run them out, run them out
Rastaman fireman, youts, bun them out
Yo, fire ah go rain, fire ah go rain
Bun them once, had to bun them again
Bun them car and go bun them plane
Bun them bike and go bun them train
Set them alight
Pen and paper, set them alight
AK rifle, set them alight
They were like H, am I alright?
Am I alright? Am I alright?
If I get mad, I will set them alight
If I get mad, I'll say what I like
You can say anything, say something nice
Say something cool, say something safe
You can say anything, say it to my face
Why these fools wanna hate on H?
I can't hear them, I was in space
Lord of lords
I and I worship, carry two swords
I and I music, where's my awards?
Too much violence, I was ignored
Smashed in windows, kicked in doors
Big online, run up in stores
They were like "H, this is all yours"
Bloodline T-shirts, Bloodline tours
Rastaman fireman, youts, bun them out
Yo, run them out, run them out
Rastaman fireman, youts, bun them out

[Verse 2: MIK]
Yo, these MCs wanna jump on cam
And act like we're all mates
Eating food from the same table
But trust, it's different plates
Money up front
That's what I'm screaming till the end of days
I do what I want, don't tell me nothing
About what Simon says
My ex-girlfriend told me
That music money won't pay no bills
Two years later
Now she's asking me to help with the bills
I'll laugh in the face of a hater easy
Just to show my grills
Sat in my yard, stuffing my belly
With the finest three-course meals
I'm counting notes with Uncle Douglas
Bang a music deal
What'd you know about holding rocks in your hand?
These man don't know what I feel
Chain swinging, I'm blinging
That's that icy chill
Mother's day, she can't see me
Yeah, that's really real
Back in the day when I was on the road
These man were playing the field
I don't wanna hear about target practice
I don't wanna hear about killed
You man are some actors playing a role
Like say it was a budget film
I'm on fire, I spit fire
It's a fire drill
What's really good, I'm out the hood
That's what's really trill
My son's three, nearly four
I need five mil
Don't ring my phone
If you're still there flying tills
Don't phone my phone
If you're cutting shapes and popping pills