Big H - Sunday lyrics

[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 k**ed 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