CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Flavours
Real n***as don’t count favours (Mm)
Cah it’s really that real
Round here we smoke n***as like flavours
Yeah you know we’re really deep in that field
I remember I told mummy that I’ll make it
But I don’t really know if I will
My eyes wide gotta watch out for the bacon
My n***as gone courtesy of old bill
Yo
They got half my n***as gone
I remember I was standing in that dock
Mummy thinkin’ is it ever gonna stop
I got caught up in my spot
They grabbed me with the line and all them rocks
Me and [?] that’s my bro, that’s my blood, bloodline
My wap with me when it’s crunch time
I’ll bill a cunch line
Everyday I’m online, active
N***as talkin’ like they’re with it
But I know they’re acting
Started with a dotty then I flew up to a handting, madting
Mummy sees the pain in me
I know I had it but I gotta lot of rage in me
I’m kinda narrow, why you think I got my blade with me?
I know I put you through this stress why you erasing me?
Tell me why they hating me?
No pressure
I remember I was sleeping in a Vectra
On the Harold it was me and it was Hector
A very cold December
Real n***as don’t count favours (Mm)
Cah it’s really that real
Round here we smoke n***as like flavours
Yeah you know we’re really deep in that field
I remember I told mummy that I’ll make it
But I don’t really know if I will
My eyes wide gotta watch out for the bacon
My n***as gone courtesy of old bill (Mm)
And this life’s misleading
I put my family through some stress and they don’t need it
Cold-hearted got me feeling like I’m freezing
There's a wappa in my hand and I’m gonna squeeze it
You best believe it
Baby why you tweakin’?
Why you gotta tweak for?
I ain’t rich why the f**k I gotta sleep for?
I got a light wap
I ain’t talkin’ about a Reebok
I’m running from the nee naw
That money, yeah I need more
I need more
They got my n***as on tour behind doors
I’m in the bando still baggin’ on tour
Yeah I’m slagging till my fingers gets sore
I ain’t moving of course
I got my eye on that door
I got my eye on it
Most these n***as ain’t real
Don’t rely on them
Yeah they talk a good game but I ain’t buying it
This the deep end you don’t wanna dive in it
Real n***as don’t count favours (Mm)
Cah it’s really that real
Round here we smoke n***as like flavours
Yeah you know we’re really deep in that field
I remember I told mummy that I’ll make it
But I don’t really know if I will
My eyes wide gotta watch out for the bacon
My n***as gone courtesy of old bill
Cah it’s really that real
Round here we smoke n***as like flavours
Yeah you know we’re really deep in that field
I remember I told mummy that I’ll make it
But I don’t really know if I will
My eyes wide gotta watch out for the bacon
My n***as gone courtesy of old bill
Yo
They got half my n***as gone
I remember I was standing in that dock
Mummy thinkin’ is it ever gonna stop
I got caught up in my spot
They grabbed me with the line and all them rocks
Me and [?] that’s my bro, that’s my blood, bloodline
My wap with me when it’s crunch time
I’ll bill a cunch line
Everyday I’m online, active
N***as talkin’ like they’re with it
But I know they’re acting
Started with a dotty then I flew up to a handting, madting
Mummy sees the pain in me
I know I had it but I gotta lot of rage in me
I’m kinda narrow, why you think I got my blade with me?
I know I put you through this stress why you erasing me?
Tell me why they hating me?
No pressure
I remember I was sleeping in a Vectra
On the Harold it was me and it was Hector
A very cold December
Real n***as don’t count favours (Mm)
Cah it’s really that real
Round here we smoke n***as like flavours
Yeah you know we’re really deep in that field
I remember I told mummy that I’ll make it
But I don’t really know if I will
My eyes wide gotta watch out for the bacon
My n***as gone courtesy of old bill (Mm)
And this life’s misleading
I put my family through some stress and they don’t need it
Cold-hearted got me feeling like I’m freezing
There's a wappa in my hand and I’m gonna squeeze it
You best believe it
Baby why you tweakin’?
Why you gotta tweak for?
I ain’t rich why the f**k I gotta sleep for?
I got a light wap
I ain’t talkin’ about a Reebok
I’m running from the nee naw
That money, yeah I need more
I need more
They got my n***as on tour behind doors
I’m in the bando still baggin’ on tour
Yeah I’m slagging till my fingers gets sore
I ain’t moving of course
I got my eye on that door
I got my eye on it
Most these n***as ain’t real
Don’t rely on them
Yeah they talk a good game but I ain’t buying it
This the deep end you don’t wanna dive in it
Real n***as don’t count favours (Mm)
Cah it’s really that real
Round here we smoke n***as like flavours
Yeah you know we’re really deep in that field
I remember I told mummy that I’ll make it
But I don’t really know if I will
My eyes wide gotta watch out for the bacon
My n***as gone courtesy of old bill
