Year Of The Real

(Brigade, too bougie) (Mktheplug) (Sapphire Beatsz) Dropped the last ting Got everyone askin', "What's with the mask ting?" Is he wanted? Have they grabbed him? Is he paid off this rap ting or is he trappin'? (Paid) I got fans in the USA, now I can fly packs in But right now, the mandem are growin' a mad ting (bang) We got UK cheap and eighths for the low Three-five go five for the damn ting I paid three G's for the hand ting (ha) Can your block fry plantain? (boaw) Free my G's on the landin' I can tell by the way that my man's actin That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle boy) Lost it all and remanded Sat in jail gettin' racks in Connectin', came home Got links all over the map now, I'm active Second time in jail for some daft shit My last run was good while it lasted Ten quid on a Tuesday, stupid bastards (mad) Two kids in the bando movin' backwards Push flake 'til I'm paid, in the grave or landing (standing) Guess I'm paid off trappin' I if I get locked with opps I'll rock my sock, I ain't chillin' with snakes on the landin' (no) I woke up switchin', pissed off at random Probably cah my bitch never answered (fuckin' hell) I'm on FaceTime tell my G Go to the strip club and show me the dancers Fuck the home of a matches I'll be home 'til my phone in a badness Home to the roads, gettin' dough for my nanan Amount of O's that a man made vanish Shit I did for the dough, man a savage Manchester, home of the gangsters I don't trust Insta, my phones or bangers (ha) Anything I do in there is all banters If it weren't for feds I'd show you a madness This ain't promo, if I post a pic with bro-bro Had the popo doin' mad shit In the pot with the yolo doin' back flips Gotta TT the block and OT the magic I gotta have it, must be habits, rusty, bangin' Country slangin', bunch of has-beens You ain't gangin', changed the game, better thank him Changed the game, better thank him Young rich shit, what the fiends and the fans think The man at the desk just askin' me questions No sergeant, I don't feel suicidal Fans playin' my tunes on Tidal While I'm tryna spend stream money on rifles (baow) I dashed my phone but I got it backed up So I can't really lie man, that sim card's vital (true) Next day, I got my worker runnin' like Usain Bolt in Olympic finals Rejected the duty solicitor and went no commitment It ain't rocket science (hm) And the scheme ain't hot, it's fryin' I ain't the ganja farmer, the crop keeps dyin' I'm on the tech' and the night pass by Wont get through this door how hard you try it Barricade in case the Power Rangers raid And have man on basic dyin' I just come out the station pissed In Morley's, fans should have asked for a pic It's mandatory that I black out the whip These tings help me blend when carryin' sticks I hit the market town shottin' twenties for tens Of course, there's magic in it Sent a grown ting in traffic a brick Don't touch the suitcase, there's packets in it (don't touch) Kitchen ting to the training ground He might've got big after football trials I spent seven on designer bags Old school times, would've been Scott and Lyle (brass) Or should I say Lyle & Scott That .40 did jam cah it had no oil (grease it) Known for shottin' machine in these slim fit jeans That's what you call pattern and style That 50CC weren't blowin' no trace Man had to get it de-restricted Loaded the dash and my seat just lifted Buss the red lights and the jakes just missed it (skrrt) Fifteen bills, get the calls encrypted For the PGP, man might just risk it And it ain't for no biscuit Half box of B in raw brown Rizzlas They locked my block cah the junkies wired I used to get ku' off B-Low Come like Heathrow, the pack just flyin' Verbal abuse from pussies All for the crutch, that's tired Revolvers that bang Pinocchio gang cah the whole of you gangdem liars Check it, ST livin' in cunch He'll spin it on drunks and the wagons too 10 got ten tryna aim and shoot This big lead in the skeng We don't pay for fight like Pay-Per-View S just let that bang out the German I smack that like I'm in eighty-two I don't know nothin' 'bout retail workin' I kept on jerkin' and takin' food How could I get more weight to move? I was so young as a weighty fucker Two hands on a weighty brucker Mum know I'm gonna be late for supper Bro tryna rev it in eights, you nutter That's fifties right to the one G I should've had paper planes I hit the one-way, head right to the country Thankful for the life that I got Tight rock, Lira Galore and Jason Buss how much shoots in cunch like Kaylum Two hundred miles up north Ain't Futurama, we need a spaceship Smashin' it out like Karla's back in the town Never missed a patient Niggas wanna be famous M still paintin' the pave like Banksy Three tough knock on the door Tell Roger to hide with the Stan or Francy Really should've made a plan B Four fives off, now the junkies thank me We ain't never been Berlin I was way too young in the German back seat Lost his, thought he was Tarzan Bare fake youtes just tryna facade man M10 on the loose, that's loose, he's drownin' Save him, get him an armband I risked all my rights for bro I lost rights when the cunts disarm man Now I need me an auto rents Cah the stupid pig put me on a car ban (car ban) I put my time in the trap I put my slugs in mashes How many times was I under attack? How many times did I back out my? And showed him the world is passa Young dark one gettin' mula (hm) Officer, I wont surrender (mm-hm) Free up my brudda, that's K1 Free up my brudda, that's Jojo Free up my brudda, that's Mason Rolled all black like Jason Free up Berto, the shit dem Isle of Wight He's still holding it down I come from a side of town Where you either eat (munch) or be eaten In the hill side strip we're so ravin' But we still got the din 'Cause of risks we took Did I get rushed? How many donuts must get rushed? I swing first and still left last They seen guns, should've seen their face I see them flee, them boy feeble (stop running boy) I pree them snakes from a bird's eye view Came like eagle with the militant power Them boy sour, can't be like me Lizzy baby, my wifey I can't take treason lightly (never) I was in a useless strip I was flippin' that work daily Your girl say that I'm wavy Oh, oh, I know I'm so wavy The ghetto is what made me Oh, the ghetto is what made me (mm-hmm) Like, hop out the Ford with force Quick quick, skrrt, better not fall Dotty came long and tall Hammer man down like Thor (like Thor) Win a man ting, still score and bore Dip a man ting, I'm mad with sword If a man try show no remorse (show no remorse), show no remorse Like 'low all the verbal chat Dem ah talk, dem ah talk Dem ah talk, dem ah talk, 'til a boy gets (dem a talk, dem a talk) Whoosh, splash, and that Mishmash, and bag packs Any man want war affi dead (dead 'em) Try balls, night falls gone red (mm-hmm) Could've been neck or I came all dark like um (Brigade, too bougie) (Mktheplug) (Sapphire Beatsz)