Potter Payper Real Back In Style Lyrics
You ain’t gotta be the richest just be the realest,
My acclaims critical but I’m a fucking cynic,
You’re a fucking gimmick, mimic,
Do it all for the image but never really did it,
I can’t rest I’m too wicked I feel my mood switching,
I ain’t never gave nobody a problem who didn’t want it,
All you had to do is show me and I went and got it,
There’s a elephant in the room but I’m sitting on it,
I got mental scars from this shit but we’re living off it,
When they bring the streets up I think you should switch the topic,
If I’m being real I don’t mind we can split the profit,
I wake up and bill a rocket, last year I saw my first M,
This year I need a couple profit,
I got no time to sit and gossip, and that’s word to the trap I kipped in,
For the things I wanted, ambition like mine let me know when you come across it,
They probably come across it and then double cross it,
They calling it mistakes and learning nothing from it,
It hits a little different when you’re coming from it,
The struggle that’s what made you why you running from it,
I been a real dope boy you can’t beat my grind,
Can’t break my spirit,
In the shade I shine,
You need guns when your mixed up in beef like mine,
It’s hard not to smile when you got some teeth like mine,
Nanny told me don’t go out there boy its cold outside,
I questioned everything I stood for and rode my time,
Time and time again, one of me and there’s 5 of them,
I bring my knees to my chest and I rise again,
I don’t care who I might offend,
If you ain’t love me in the first place why pretend,
If I sit and think about all the nights I spent,
On some heart broke shit, cah my body gave up,
But my heart won’t quit,
I bought 14 grams,
But my half won’t flip,
I got laces and boots,
Goals and assists,
50 jailhouse fades on neighbourhood crip,
I really lived this shit,
You’re a rapping ass bitch,
I lost so many mates,
I rubbed shoulders with greats,
On these council estates,
10th floor on the stairs we used to hide from the rain,
Fell in love with the life just to hide from the shame,
Still shine in the shade,
Kill the ego and maintain,
Humble I remain,
Still I go against the grain,
Real back in style let them hate ‘cos they know we are what they ain’t,
I wanna tell you that I’m struggling but I can’t find the words
I wanna stay with you forever but I need some millions first,
I know that seems surprising because I’ve been a trillionaire,
Blue plates and plastic bowls I don’t come from silverware,
Don’t get yourself killed in here,
Before I sleep I say a prayer,
They got bags of energy but nothing to declare,
This life it left me broke I just need someone to repair,
I watched them take the lift and kept running up the stairs,
I can leave the streets and just rap I got shares,
I’m too busy getting mine to think about yours,
You can ask Theo he was ticking me draws,
I would talk about the people who was giving me squares I ain’t forgetting,
Pissed down the block screws put me on default,
They let me out for dinner and I jumped on the netting,
I’m more rejoicing than regretting cah,
If they never kicked my head in,
And stripped me naked,
And took my bedding,
If I never climbed out all the holes I fell in,
If I never had scraps I didn’t know the swelling,
If I never sold smack I didn’t know what hell is,
Then it’s freedom itself I wouldn’t know the blessing,
Then they wouldn’t be calling me the hope and message,
Now we copacetic,
Come we toast the beverage,
Cah when you keep it real you keep the leverage,
Real back in style real g’s in attendance.
