Lyrics It's Real - Datkid, Baileys Brown, Datkid, BAILEYS BROWN

It's Real

Ey yo it’s the takeover.
the 495's brains blower
Make your style feel to get a makeover
I grip mic leads, wipe clean the black leather 90's
And keep a bitch on a tight leash with a chain choker
I’m on some turn up and rock the boat shit
My presence makes you feel claustrophobic
Don’t even chat to me if you don’t know the code
Or the company I hold, on some keep you on your toes shit
You just come off stage the rooms already more crowded
You’re styles already dead, I’m just drawing chalk round it
Before I stuff a fucking cork down it, leave you dumbfounded
I does shit, you just talk 'bout it
I rep for Bris, get bare love when I walk round it
And not just because I rap, I take it back to when loving was Maccies
Back when I used to buy five draws from crackies and wear two pairs of trackies
It’s real, the kid can’t be touched
Boy you better chill, ain’t shit harming us
Do the mathematics, all we do is jam like bad traffic
And still kill it, you ain’t in our lane it’s just physics
It’s real, the kid can’t be touched
Boy you better chill, ain’t shit harming us
Do the mathematics, all we do is jam like bad traffic
And still kill it, you ain’t in our lane it’s just physics
It’s real.
I put my phone back through the door
In 09 I was snatching mics now I’m the act you support
From the rags side of Bris, wear my tracksuit to court
Keep the score draw packed in a raw like (That shit’s the draw)
Walk around with my hands in my drawers
I’ve asked nice, I won’t ask twice, hand me the torch
Yeah we’re a threat, fuck rap beef on the internet
I’ll send Bil Next to drop you mid set, man it’s real
The clique can’t be touched, we got this shit gripped by the scruff
Better dip like a clutch
You lot drop some shit, we drop some shit twice as tough standardly
Half you faggot rappers are just fans to me
Nothing but trouble that’s why promoters can’t handle me
But randomly I’m still booked, do a full character the steel crook
I got your backs to the wall, they tried having me down
I’m still standing up tall, it’s just physics
It’s real, the kid can’t be touched
Boy you better chill, ain’t shit harming us
Do the mathematics, all we do is jam like bad traffic
And still kill it, you ain’t in our lane it’s just physics
It’s real, the kid can’t be touched
Boy you better chill, ain’t shit harming us
Do the mathematics, all we do is jam like bad traffic
And still kill it, you ain’t in our lane it’s just physics
It’s real.