Real Back In Style Lyrics

Real Back In Style - Potter Payper

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You ain't gotta be the richest, just be the realest

My acclaim's critical, but I'm a fuckin' cynic

You're a fuckin' gimmick, mimic

Do it all for the image, but never really did it

I can't rest, I'm too wicked, I feel my mood switchin'

I ain't never gave nobody a problem who didn't want it

All you had to do was show me and I went and got it

There's a elephant in the room, but I'm sittin' on it

I got mental scars from this shit, but we're livin' off it

When they bring the streets up, I think you should switch the topic

If I'm bein' real, I 'on't mind, we can split the profit

I wake up and bill a rocket, last year I saw my first M

This year, I need a couple profit

I got no time to sit and gossip

And that's word to the trap I kipped in for the things I wanted

Ambition like mine, let me know when you come across it

They'll probably come across it, and then double-cross it

Make all of the mistakes and then learn nothin' from it

It hits a little different when you're comin' from it

The struggle, that's what made you, why you running from it?

I been a real dope boy, you can't beat my grind

Can't break my spirit, in the shade I shine

You need guns when your mixed stopping beef like mine

It's hard not to smile when you got some teeth like mine

Nanny told me, "Don't go out there, boy, it's cold outside"

I question everything I stood for and rode my time

Time and time again

One of me, and there's five of them

I bring my knees to my chest, and I rise again

I don't care who I might offend

If you ain't love me in the first place, why pretend?

If I say a thing about all the nights I spent, on some heartbroke shit

'Cah my body gave up, but my heart won't quit

Up on fourteen grams, but my half won't flip

I got laces and boots, goals and assists

Fifty jailhouse fades, on Neighbourhood Crip

I really live this shit, you're a rappin'-ass bitch

I lost so many mates, I rub shoulders with greats

On this council estate

Tenth floor in the stairs, we used to hide from the rain

Fell in love with the life just to hide from the shade

Still shine in the shade

Kill the ego, maintain

Humble I remain

Still, I go against the grain

Real back in style, let them hate

'Cause they know we are what they ain't

I wanna tell you that I'm strugglin', but I can't find the words

I wanna stay with you forever, but I need some millions first

I know that seems surprisin', 'cause I been a trillionaire

Blue plates and plastic bowls, don't come from silverware

Don't get yourself killed in here

Before I sleep, I say a prayer

They got bags of energy, but nothin' to declare

This life has left me broke, I just need someone to repair

I watched him take the lift and kept on runnin' up the stairs

I can leave the streets and just rap, I got shares

I'm too busy gettin' mine to think about yours

You can ask Theo, he was tickin' me draws

I won't talk about the people who was giving me squares, I ain't forgettin'

Piss down the block, screws put me on default

They let me out for dinner and I jumped on the nettin'

I'm more rejoicing than regretting

'Cah if they never kicked my head in

And stripped me naked

And took my beddin'

If I never climbed out all the holes I fell in

If I never had scraps, I didn't know the swellin'

If I never sold smack, I didn't know what Hell is

Then it's freedom itself, I wouldn't know the blessin'

Then they wouldn't be callin' me the hope and message

Now, we're copacetic, come we toast a beverage

'Cah when you keep it real, you keep the leverage

Real back in style, real G's in attendance