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letra de real back in style - potter payper

[verse]
you ain’t got to be the richest, just be the realest
my claim’s critical, but, i’m a f-ckin’ cynic
you’re a f-ckin’ 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 n0body 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 sh-t, 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 don’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 timе to sit and gossip
and that’s word to the trap i kicked in for the things i wantеd
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 runnin’ 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 mate’s stoppin’ beef like man
it’s hard not to smile when you got some t–th 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 it’s five of them
i bring my knees to my chest, and i rise again
i don’t care who i might offend
i you ain’t love me in the first place, why pretend?
if i say everything about all the nights i spend, on some heartbroken sh-t
’cause my body gave up, but my heart won’t quit
i got 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 sh-t, you’re a rappin’-ass b-tch
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
k!ll 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
and all that seems surprisin’, ’cause i been a trillionaire
blue plates and plastic bowls, don’t come from silverware
don’t get yourself k!lled in here
before i sleep, i say a prayer, they got bags of energy, but nothin’ to declare
this life done left me broke, i just need someone to repair
i watched him take a 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, you was takin’ mean draws, i wan’ talk about the people
you was givin’ me squares, i ain’t forgettin’
p-ss down the block, screws put me on default
they let me out for dinner and i jumped on the nettin’
i’m more rejoicin’ than regrettin’
’cause if they never kicked my head in, and stripped me naked, and took my beddin’
if i never clammed that, all the holes i fell in
if i never had scr-ps, i didn’t know the swellin’
if i never sold smack, i didn’t know what h-ll is
then it’s freedom itself, i wan’ know the blessin’
then it wouldn’t be callin’ me the hope and message
now, we’re copacetic, come we toast a beverage
’cause when you keep it real, you keep the leverage
real back in style, real gs in attendance

- potter payper

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