I’m the realest, always have been Me and mama struggling, we’re thinking where has dad been? Look but hide back mama Like a high MAC mama, we gon’ throw him in the trash bin That brudda ain’t a man, he’s like half a yute Feds at the show, they tried to nick me for half a zoot Bruddas know Bricky be the grittiest And where I’m from the realest bruddas are the skinniest If you’ve got love, just pray for me You ain’t gotta speak cah there’s nothing you can say to me I nearly died, that’s just a normal day to me When I got poked I didn’t wanna go to A&E Then I got bumped for that ten bags For the Range Rov, in ten days I got my ten back Blud I couldn’t sleep at night I was up and down doing shows for a bag five You think I’m not but I’m still here You think I don’t but I still care I love Millz, he got a heart of gold The devil’s looking for my heart, to Allah it’s sold I used to sleep in the rusty dinger Mum knows when I’m stressed out I don’t touch my dinner They hate the sin but they love the sinner Bruddas tryna bun me so I hug the spinner So please pray for the kid The flow’s cold cah it spent a couple days in the fridge I’ve got the feds taking the piss I’ve got the rally at my door while I’m taking a shit
I’m praying to Allah to protect me I hope when I die none of them don’t forget me In your top ten, blud I best be I’ve been going hard for ten years on the best beats And if not, it ain’t nothing imma go harder Hella feds want my head like I’m Osama I told my son “Don’t worry about your grown father” This little spinner’s got power like Obama Coming from the show, I’ve gotta drink drive Bruddas wanna run up in my spot then they think twice They’re like “Fuck, Adz I’ve got a next spot I don’t wanna run up in this trap and then get shot” This life that I live, blud you can’t adore I was in the jailhouse studying the art of war I love my brudda Bello cah his heart is pure I’ve seen some shit on the strip that you can’t ignore Look, this my top shotter flow I’ve never met him but I hope they free Potter though Cah that real rap’s dying My likkle brudda’s selling weed, he made a lot of dough Grew up on PDC and O Trey OC, GG, Piff Piff and MZ I’ll put it to your chest like a bench press Hella man dead, I haven’t got many friends left You can lose your life in like six seconds God gives you two options, pick Heaven I don’t do juj blud, I’m bless Not a scratch on me when I got jumped by them 67’s The hood’s just filled with rain Boris said it’s gonna change but it’s still the same Another mum on the news said her son died I look into her eyes and I feel her pain Sitting down like “Where’s daddy mum?” Mama said “Imma wake you up when your daddy come” Then mum said “I’m your daddy son” I ain’t prayed for a long life, just a happy one I’m from the A-Town, where the shit’s real It’s 8-6 to me but I was down 6-0 If I ever sign it’s like six mill I might not catch you when you run but my pit will