Year Of The Real - Meekz, M1llionz, Teeway

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MKThePlug

Sapphire Beatsz

Dropped the last ting

Got everyone askin', what’s with the mask ting?

Is he wanted?

Have they grabbed him?

Is he paid off this rap ting or is he trappin'?

I got fans in the USA, now I can fly packs in

But right now, the mandem are growin' a mad ting

We got UK cheap and eighths for the low

Three-five or five for the 'Dam ting

I paid three G’s for the hand ting

Can your block fry plantain?

Free my G’s on the landin'

I can tell by the way that my man’s actin'

That he’s never been locked for the mad ting

Lost it all and remanded

Sat in jail gettin' racks in

Connectin', came home

Got links all over the map now, I’m active

Tek' a time in jail for some daft shit

My last run was good while it lasted

Ten quid on a Tuesday, stupid bastards

Two kids in the bando movin' backwards

Push flake 'til I’m paid, in the grave or landin'

Guess I’m paid off trappin'

If I get locked with opps

I’ll rock my sock, I ain’t chillin' with snakes on the landin'

I woke up switchin', pissed off at random

Probably cah my bitch never answered

I’m on FaceTime to my G

Go to the strip club and show me the dancers

Fuck the home, I’ll imagine

I’ll be home 'til my phone in a badness

Home to the roads, gettin' dough for my nanan

Amount of O’s that a man made vanish

Shit I did for the dough, man a savage

Manchester, home of the gangsters

I don’t trust Insta, my phone or bangers

Anything I do in there is all banters

If it weren’t for the feds I’d show you a madness

This ain’t promo, if I post a pic with bro-bro

Had the popo doin' mad shit

In the pot got the yolo doin' backflips

Gotta TT the block and OT the magic

I gotta have it, must be habits, rusty, bang it

Country slangin', bunch of has beens

You ain’t gangin', changed the game, bare thankin'

Changed the game, better thank him

Young rich shit what the fiends in the band think

The man at the desk just askin' me questions

'No sergeant, I don’t feel suicidal'

Fans playing my tunes on Tidal

While I’m tryna spend stream money on rifles

I dashed my phone but I got it backed up

So I can’t really lie man, that’s sim card’s vital

Next day, I got my worker runnin' like Usain Bolt in Olympic finals

Rejected the duty solicitor and went 'no comment'

It ain’t rocket science

And this game ain’t hot, it’s fryin'

I ain’t no ganja farmer, the crop keeps dyin'

I’m on the tech' and the night bus rushed by

Won’t get through this door how hard you try it

Barricade in case the power rangers raid

And have man on basic dyin'

I just come out the station pissed

In Morley’s, fans shouldn’t have asked for a pic

It’s mandatory that I black out the whip

These tints help me blend when carryin' sticks

I hit the market town shottin' twenties for tens

Of course, there’s magic in it

Sent a broke ting to traffic a brick

Don’t touch the suitcase, there’s packets in it

Kitchen ting to the training ground

It might have got peak after football trials

I spent seven on designer bugs

Old school times, would’ve been Scott & Lyle

Or should I say Lyle & Scott

That .40 did jam cah it had no oil

Known for shottin' machine in these slim fit jeans

That’s what you call pattern and style

That 50cc weren’t blowin' no trace

Man had to get it de-restricted

Loaded the dash and my seat just lifted

Buss the red lights and the jakes just missed it

Fifteen bills, get the calls encrypted

For the PGP, man might just risk it

And it ain’t for no biscuit

Half box of B in Raw brown rizlas

They locked my block cah the junkies wired

I used to get ku off B Low, come like Heathrow

The pack just flyin'

Verbal abuse from pussies

All for the crutch, that’s tired

Revolvers that bang

Pinocchio gang cah the whole of your gangdem liars

Check it, ST livin' in cunch

He’ll spin it on drunks and the waigons too

Ten got ten tryna aim and shoot

This big lead in the skeng

We don’t pay for fire like pay-per-view

S just let that bang out the German

I smack that like I’m in eighty-two

I don’t know nuttin' 'bout retail workin'

I kept on jerkin' and takin' food

How could I get more weight to move?

I was so young as a weighty fucker

Two hands on a weighty brucker

Mum know I’m gonna be late for supper

Bro tryna reb it in eights, you nutter

That’s fifties right to the one G

I should’ve had paper planes

I hit the one-way, head right to the country

Thankful for the life that I got

Tight rock, Lira Galore and Jason

Buss how much shoots in cunch like Kaylum

Two hundred miles up north

Ain’t Futurama, we need a spaceship

Smashin' it out like Karla’s back in the town

Never missed a patient

Niggas wanna be famous

M still paintin' the pave' like Banksy

Three t’ump knock on the door

Tell Roger to hide with Stan, no Francine

Really should’ve made a plan B

Four fives off, now the junkies thank me

We ain’t never been Berlin

I was way too young in a German back seat

Lost his-, thought he was Tarzan

Bare fake yutes just tryna facade man

M10 on the loose, that’s loose, he’s drownin'

Save him, get him an armband

I risked all my rights for bro

And I lost rights when the cunts disarm man

Now I need me an auto rents

Cah the stupid pigs put me on a car ban

I put my time in the trap

I put my slugs in mashes

How many times was I under attack?

How many times did I back out my-?

And showed him the world is passa

Young dark one gettin' mula

Officer, I won’t surrender

Free up my brudda, that’s K1

Free up my brudda, that’s Jojo

Free up my brudda, that’s Mason

Rolled all black like Jason

Free up Berto, the shit dem Isle of Wight

He’s still holding it down

I come from a side of town

Where you either eat, or be eaten

In the hill side strip we’re so ravin'

But we still got the din

'Cause of risks we took

Did I get rushed?

How many donuts must get rushed?

I swing first and still left last

They see guns, should’ve seen their face

I see them flee, them boy feeble

I pree them snakes from a bird’s eye view

Came like eagle, with the militant power

Them boy sour, can’t be like me

Lizzy baby, my wifey

I can’t take treason lightly

I was in a useless strip

I was flippin' that work daily

Your girl say that I’m wavey

Oh, I know I’m so wavey

The ghetto is what made me old

The ghetto is what made me

Like, hop out the Ford with force

Quick, skrr, better not fall

Dotty came long and tall

Hammer man down like Thor

Win a mad ting, still score and bore

Dip a mad ting, I’m mad with sword

If a man try show no remorse

Show no remorse

Like, 'low all the verbal chat

Dem ah talk, dem ah talk, dem ah talk, dem ah talk

Dem ah talk, 'til a boy gets

Whoosh, splash and that

Misch, mash and bag packs in the morn'

Wham war haffi dead

Try balls, night falls gone red

Could’ve been neck or

I came all dark like umm

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