| Depressed, when did I stop flippin' that yay?
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| Hit the show, that’s another 10K
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| Still the realest
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| Hundred K on the watch
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| I know it ain’t smart but it glow in the dark (See the bustdown)
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| Niggas know I got heart
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| I circle your block like there’s nowhere to park (Come on)
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| Then I slap it on a don (Blap, blap)
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| I ain’t just rapping on a song (Nah)
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| Soon as the packs come in, they’re gone (Flying them)
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| I’m like El Chapo where I’m from (Ice City)
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| Can’t take badman for fool
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| Cah we clappin' off them tools (Yeah, yeah)
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| I wore hand-me-downs to school (Uh)
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| Now the mansion got a pool
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| If it weren’t a mad ting, I was not signing
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| Cah I made mills on the block grinding
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| Told my little niggas «Better stop sliding»
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| Strap on my waist like I was rock climbing
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| Been gettin' money, no jokes and games (Nah)
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| No time for a cell, you know she always complain (Always complain)
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| No matter how late I be startin' my day
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| These racks still gotta get made (Gotta get made)
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| From the council flats, back on the estate (Uh)
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| Where the kids might stick you with a shank broad day (Broad day)
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| Depressed, when did I stop flippin' that yay?
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| Hit the show, that’s another 10K
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| Still the realest
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| Corinthian spot, all private (Private)
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| Just me and her, all quiet (Real quiet)
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| Dorchester Suite, I enquired
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| Restaurant and the room booked, I’m buying
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| Then I flew ten grand, link the pilot
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| Told him «Take me where the stars dem flying» (Real quick)
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| Cah I been in jail years, I’m dying (Dead)
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| Everybody’s gettin' money, everybody’s styling
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| Been platinum or gold, I’m smiling (Bling)
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| Flat and black diamonds, trust me, I’m shining
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| Bare gyal, I’m grinding
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| Smiling, it’s blinding (Uh)
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| All about timing, I’m with the best rhyming (I know)
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| Got the grease lightening, always on a hype ting (Grease)
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| Got a new .9 ting, really wanna fire it (Baow)
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| And my new ride, wings, chicks wanna drive it
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| Automatic driving, make her wanna ride stick
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| Been gettin' money, no jokes and games (Nah)
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| No time for a cell, you know she always complain (Always complain)
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| No matter how late I be startin' my day
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| These racks still gotta get made (Gotta get made)
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| From the council flats, back on the estate (Uh)
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| Where the kids might stick you with a shank broad day (Broad day)
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| Depressed, when did I stop flippin' that yay?
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| Hit the show, that’s another 10K
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| Still the realest
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| My nigga Carlos on the buttons, you know?
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| Say nothin' my guy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Realist , by - Nines. Song from the album Crabs In A Bucket, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп