Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Realist, artist - Nines. Album song Crabs In A Bucket, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner Music UK, Warner Records UK, Zino
Song language: English
Realist |
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) |
Niggas 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 rapping on a song (Nah) |
Soon as the packs come in, they’re gone (Flying 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 signing |
Cah I made mills on the block grinding |
Told my little niggas «Better stop sliding» |
Strap on my waist like I was rock climbing |
Been gettin' money, no jokes and games (Nah) |
No time for a cell, 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 |
Corinthian spot, all private (Private) |
Just me and her, all quiet (Real quiet) |
Dorchester Suite, I enquired |
Restaurant and the room booked, I’m buying |
Then I flew ten grand, link the pilot |
Told him «Take me where the stars dem flying» (Real quick) |
Cah I been in jail years, I’m dying (Dead) |
Everybody’s gettin' money, everybody’s styling |
Been platinum or gold, I’m smiling (Bling) |
Flat and black diamonds, trust me, I’m shining |
Bare gyal, I’m grinding |
Smiling, it’s blinding (Uh) |
All about timing, I’m with the best rhyming (I know) |
Got the grease lightening, always on a hype ting (Grease) |
Got a new .9 ting, really wanna fire it (Baow) |
And my new ride, wings, chicks wanna drive it |
Automatic driving, make her wanna ride stick |
Been gettin' money, no jokes and games (Nah) |
No time for a cell, 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 |