"4Real" lyrics
(feat. K-Trap & Do Road)
Look, 2am got caught by feds
Made Mumzy get out of bed
Skin out for me till my battery's dead
When the morning comes, Imma charge my tek
Told bae Imma call her back in a sec
Jump back online, after the night govs finish their checks
And them man can't get consigned
Got to come with cash, don't pay their debts
Send a morning text, link them all by the library steps
Drug transaction sat in a bed
I got no right window licking these shots and I ain't even sat my theory test
And I told mum don't show up at court, cos she ain't gotta hear this mess
Little man try cut with the pack, me and JJ waited on the platform for him
And this hoe found out I got a girlfriend, now she tryna put me on UK Gossip
And before I spent 20 in Harrods, I already went burner shopping
And they're playing my song in the courtroom, I had all of the jury bopping
You ain't put no raw in the scale
Really do this shit for real
My diamonds hittin' the light for real
Can't get out of bed, said that she's ill
I don't know if she's being for real
I ain't like these rappers, man this bando shit is real
You ain't put no raw in the scale
Really do this shit for real
My diamonds hittin' the light for real
Can't get out of bed, said that she's ill
I don't know if she's being for real
I ain't like these rappers, man this bando shit is real
Stop search from the undies, told me it's routine looking for knives
Go check the matrix, tell you I'm writing, that ain't my type
Only go if I'm patterning right, I step with it only chatting no type
Backseat or I could be back of the bike
Mine jammed, but broski's didn't it's fine
If bae ever left, I tried
K on the crep that's light
K on them yutes I've tried and he ain't telling the truth, he lied
Bussdown Rollie it don't need light, it don't need flash, tell them it's fine
Walked in Louis the 20th time, I know that they think I get it off white
T-house, I ain't got to go no more, let little bro put on the stove
Opp block, I ain't got to go no more, let little bro put on this coat
I hear them say, truth is they won't
Spin named Dirty, Harry or Coke
Call for a HB, gave him a quote
Put it in the press and I gave him a clone
Rest in peace [?] died for a four in two at the alley
I can't lie we had a good relationship, when I got that news it mad me
Yo, beg a boy please don't mad me, give a boy carbine, give a boy Stanley
Rip that residue, burn that clothes, if I kill this yute, that's plan B
I made my young boy put that 4 of each in 10s
My boys call him two for the crow but the price is high, so I'm charging 10
Yo, 'warn for them, it's been two years since I clart on them
Don't make me just walk a skeng, palm this skeng
You ain't put no raw in the scale
Really do this shit for real
My diamonds hittin' the light for real
Can't get out of bed, said that she's ill
I don't know if she's being for real
I ain't like these rappers, man this bando shit is real
You ain't put no raw in the scale
Really do this shit for real
My diamonds hittin' the light for real
Can't get out of bed, said that she's ill
I don't know if she's being for real
I ain't like these rappers, man this bando shit is real
Made Mumzy get out of bed
Skin out for me till my battery's dead
When the morning comes, Imma charge my tek
Told bae Imma call her back in a sec
Jump back online, after the night govs finish their checks
And them man can't get consigned
Got to come with cash, don't pay their debts
Send a morning text, link them all by the library steps
Drug transaction sat in a bed
I got no right window licking these shots and I ain't even sat my theory test
And I told mum don't show up at court, cos she ain't gotta hear this mess
Little man try cut with the pack, me and JJ waited on the platform for him
And this hoe found out I got a girlfriend, now she tryna put me on UK Gossip
And before I spent 20 in Harrods, I already went burner shopping
And they're playing my song in the courtroom, I had all of the jury bopping
You ain't put no raw in the scale
Really do this shit for real
My diamonds hittin' the light for real
Can't get out of bed, said that she's ill
I don't know if she's being for real
I ain't like these rappers, man this bando shit is real
You ain't put no raw in the scale
Really do this shit for real
My diamonds hittin' the light for real
Can't get out of bed, said that she's ill
I don't know if she's being for real
I ain't like these rappers, man this bando shit is real
Stop search from the undies, told me it's routine looking for knives
Go check the matrix, tell you I'm writing, that ain't my type
Only go if I'm patterning right, I step with it only chatting no type
Backseat or I could be back of the bike
Mine jammed, but broski's didn't it's fine
If bae ever left, I tried
K on the crep that's light
K on them yutes I've tried and he ain't telling the truth, he lied
Bussdown Rollie it don't need light, it don't need flash, tell them it's fine
Walked in Louis the 20th time, I know that they think I get it off white
T-house, I ain't got to go no more, let little bro put on the stove
Opp block, I ain't got to go no more, let little bro put on this coat
I hear them say, truth is they won't
Spin named Dirty, Harry or Coke
Call for a HB, gave him a quote
Put it in the press and I gave him a clone
Rest in peace [?] died for a four in two at the alley
I can't lie we had a good relationship, when I got that news it mad me
Yo, beg a boy please don't mad me, give a boy carbine, give a boy Stanley
Rip that residue, burn that clothes, if I kill this yute, that's plan B
I made my young boy put that 4 of each in 10s
My boys call him two for the crow but the price is high, so I'm charging 10
Yo, 'warn for them, it's been two years since I clart on them
Don't make me just walk a skeng, palm this skeng
You ain't put no raw in the scale
Really do this shit for real
My diamonds hittin' the light for real
Can't get out of bed, said that she's ill
I don't know if she's being for real
I ain't like these rappers, man this bando shit is real
You ain't put no raw in the scale
Really do this shit for real
My diamonds hittin' the light for real
Can't get out of bed, said that she's ill
I don't know if she's being for real
I ain't like these rappers, man this bando shit is real
