Back To Reality - Dotty

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