Songtexte The Real - Mathews

Yeah, This another different kind of party
We ain't got no class no Armani
Still we walk that walk like Gandhi
And we toke that, smoke like Marley
Wild on the rhythm, get rowdy
Stick to the same, then you stuck in middle
Gotta live your life a little
Get down the rhythm and kick round the brittle
Stop being a bitch and be the top dog
Listen if I bark then I bite too
And if I do it, then I'm running in my Nike shoes
Can't be lacking again, Shit be like times two
Waking up in a jail is not the right move brother
We got things to do, kings to be
Legacy, plant the seed
Grow inside if you want to grow to be the real
The Real

There's a guide to it, no turning back don't recline
And get aligned to it, facts
Write your numbers down, make sure you arrive to it
And put your sign to it and don't collapse
Around here, down here you can drown to it
And I don't mind doing, and be the man
Be The Real, be the difference in the mad city

Listen, I gotta do what I damn say
If I don't then I die what a damn shame
R.I.P to the kid he had mad game
But he fucked up got lost in a bad way
Bad place couldn't take out The Enemy
Hindsight. now I seek out the better me
The energy inside, the life of the party, my life in my hands
Flexing my guns and I aim for the bank
Take, take what I want, keep taking ya shots
And I aim for the most, I don't care if I flop, I don't care if I rot
Sweeter the bite when you're earning the pot
Only learn from a loss, only win with a risk
Imma make me a chance till I'm making the hits
Uh
Till I'm taking ya bitch, Nah nah
I'm just taking the piss
Listen, pipe down if you out trynna judge man
If you ain't done shit
Please know your worth man
Settle back down, listen to the story
Paint a picture in your head, this the fallen
This the thief, This the clown, disappointment
Locked in a cage, but you smile for the morning
Keeping the fight till you die cos you all in
Leap to the sky 23 till I'm balling, Jordan
Could've been deported
Mumzy putting in the work, yeah she Goated
Dad had me singing on the beat, yeah he noticed
Made for this shit, I was meant for the moment
Couldn't do less, couldn't go another lane
This for the dreamers, Don't go another way
Down in the deep end, just another day
Write for the heathens, the outcasts, we them other ones
Keep it moving, out on the dance floor
Out on the streets, if you wanna get the pounds more
Back on your feet, attack on them arseholes
Chatting their shit, but they never advance though
Mad, and we down with the glad ones
Everyday should be better than the last one
Raise a glass, and we toast to the rad ones
On a mad one, we the mad ones

No more rambling
Cut that shit let it bleed in an ambulance
Getting on with it, go run with it
Make peace with the demons lingering
Open wide, let me see what's deep with in
You, Me, I gotta deal with it
See what hides in the beast within
Cross that line, there's no reasoning