Realist
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(Quincy Tellem) Ballin' with no caption, hmm Yeah Been gettin' money, no jokes and games (nah) No time for her, so 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) Nigga's 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 rappin' on a song (nah) Soon as the packs come in, they're gone (flyin' 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 signin' Cah I made mills on the block grindin' Told my little niggas, "Better stop slidin'" Strap on my waist like I was rock climbin' Been gettin' money, no jokes and games (nah) No time for her, so 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 Korean full spa, all private (private) Just me and her, all quiet (real quiet) Dorchester Suite, I enquired Restaurant and the room booked, I'm buyin' Then I flew ten grand, link the pilot Told him, "Take me where the stars dem flyin'" (real quick) Cah I been in jail years, I'm dyin' (dead) Everybody's gettin' money, everybody's stylin' Bare platinum or gold, I'm smilin' (bling) Fat and black diamonds, trust me, I'm shinin' Bare gyal, I'm grindin' Smilin', it's blindin' (uh) All about timin', I'm with the best rhymin' (I know) Got the grease lightenin', always on a hype ting (grease) Got a new .9 ting , really wanna fire 'em (baow) And my new ride, win's chicks wanna drive it Automatic drivin', make her wanna ride stick Been gettin' money, no jokes and games (nah) No time for her, so 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 My nigga Carlos on the buttons, you know? Say nothin' my guy
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Written by: Carlos Corrodus, Courtney Freckleton, Nathan Adams, Quincy Ferreira
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