CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Realist
(Quincy Tellem)
no cap sh*t, mm
Yeah
Been gettin' money, no jokes and games (Nah)
No time for a cell, you know she always complain (Always complain)
No matter how late I be startin' my day
These racks still gotta get made (Gotta get made)
From the council flats, back on the estate (Uh)
Where the kids might stick you with a shank broad day (Broad day)
Depressed, when did I stop flippin' that yay?
Hit the show, that's another 10K
Still the realest
Hundred K on the watch
I know it ain't smart but it glow in the dark (See the bustdown)
n***as know I got heart
I circle your block like there's nowhere to park (Come on)
Then I slap it on a don (Blap, blap)
I ain't just rapping on a song (Nah)
Soon as the packs come in, they're gone (Flying them)
I'm like El Chapo where I'm from (Ice City)
Can't take badman for fool
Cah we clappin' off them tools (Yeah, yeah)
I wore hand-me-downs to school (Uh)
Now the mansion got a pool
If it weren't a mad ting, I was not signing
Cah I made mills on the block grinding
Told my little n***as "Better stop sliding"
Strap on my waist like I was rock climbing
no cap sh*t, mm
Yeah
Been gettin' money, no jokes and games (Nah)
No time for a cell, you know she always complain (Always complain)
No matter how late I be startin' my day
These racks still gotta get made (Gotta get made)
From the council flats, back on the estate (Uh)
Where the kids might stick you with a shank broad day (Broad day)
Depressed, when did I stop flippin' that yay?
Hit the show, that's another 10K
Still the realest
Hundred K on the watch
I know it ain't smart but it glow in the dark (See the bustdown)
n***as know I got heart
I circle your block like there's nowhere to park (Come on)
Then I slap it on a don (Blap, blap)
I ain't just rapping on a song (Nah)
Soon as the packs come in, they're gone (Flying them)
I'm like El Chapo where I'm from (Ice City)
Can't take badman for fool
Cah we clappin' off them tools (Yeah, yeah)
I wore hand-me-downs to school (Uh)
Now the mansion got a pool
If it weren't a mad ting, I was not signing
Cah I made mills on the block grinding
Told my little n***as "Better stop sliding"
Strap on my waist like I was rock climbing
