Realist - Nines, Nafe Smallz, Fundz

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