Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back To Reality, artist - DottyDate of issue: 12.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back To Reality |
| Niggas give a hundred to their postcodes and nuttin' to their households |
| Living comfy, rent free and say they’re ballin' in the streets like |
| Niggas even selfish or they lying and all that crud that you supplying but your |
| mummy still struggle I don’t get that |
| Dad forgot to tell me I’m the man of the house until he gets back |
| I felt unwanted like the bread back |
| I couldn’t see my pops like my net back |
| I used to blame my mum I can’t believe I said that |
| Tryna filter emotion I got locked up inside |
| And express through my rhyms I gotta train my mind |
| Now I’m getting recognized thy’re asking me for pics |
| I used hide from the cameras in my bits |
| I’m still adjusting to this shit |
| Need my niggas round me keep me level headed that’s a must cos |
| In this scene everybody call you bro and everybody call you cuz |
| But only known you 5 minutes I don’t know who to trust |
| Unless it’s London Living Them VS US |
| Forever gang I’ll be with the gang forever ay |
| Hacks burn a scud in the ride just watch my leather |
| Tell the brownin' watch your grip on my jacket that ain’t clever |
| I still can’t remember how I met her |
| I tend to get selective memory when it’s temporary |
| When the backs full of meat and minds empty, no longevity |
| She probably fuck my enemy, you know them kinda girls man |
| And she probably suck your dick for some heels man |
| Ay listen I’m zonin' out, nothin' but A2 and Bonkaz playin' when I’m rolling |
| round |
| Maybe fling a bit of TJer on to tone it down |
| Yeah I been dealing with some tings daily |
| My older brother died years back his kids 18 |
| And I ain’t even know him when he lived that shits crazy it’s like |
| I know that time can’t go backwards |
| But we live in the real world with so much actors |
| Man it’s time to bring the real back |
| Yeah it’s time to bring the real back |
| Fee said Roddy ain’t get his g cap |
| I said he’s good with Gods and that’s the real act |
| And mad love for Justin |
| He been locked 10 years all he asked for was credit |
| You put on for the ends man have to take your credit |
| I weren’t that deep in but I can still respect it |
| He lost mad years that can’t get him replenished |
| He can’t undo his sentence |
| It’s my thoughts I’m venting |
| Maybe I’ve been giving too much of me |
| Shit maybe I should talk about luxuries |
| Or maybe I should take about how she can’t get enough of me |
| And maybe that’ll make 'em listen more |
| I’m tryna make you open your eyes, make you vision more |
| I have to do this shit cos niggas been poor |
| When you poor you seen more |
| Gambling life we tryna win more |
| Heated swimming pool I need it indoors ayyyy |
| Houses for my mummy and my in-laws |
| Like you don’t have to work you go and live more |
| Yeah I mean that’s always been the plan, I’m tryna pattern up the fam |
| My brother just had twins he doubled up on the prams |
| These new kids in the fam |
| It’s going me feelin' old man, it’s got me feelin' old man |
| All this weight got me hunch back Quasimodo |
| But still stand tall in the photos |
| I love all my Dons no homo that’s my bro bros |
| I hope we reap the benefits of success and slow mo |
| Cos when that shit come it come fast |
| And I know that it’s coming I’m just hoping that it lasts |
| I’m so close to making Mum proud |
| Work affi put in, gimme time I’ll get my words out |
| There ain’t no if and buts man affi work now |
| It’s funny cos I normal wear a shirt now |
| Shit I ain’t got a chorus put the verse out |