Lyrics Year Of The Real - MilLionZ , Pa Salieu , 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' (paid)
I got fans in the USA

Now I can fly packs in
But right now, the mandem
Are growin' a mad ting (bang)
We got UK cheap and eighths for the low
Three-five go five for the damn ting
I paid three G's for the hand ting (ha)
Can your block fry plantain (boaw)
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 (likkle boy)
Lost it all and remanded
Sat in jail gettin' racks in
Connectin', came home
Got links all over the map now, I'm active
Second time in jail for some daft shit

My last run was good while it lasted
Ten quid on a tuesday
Stupid bastards (mad)
Two kids in the bando movin' backwards
Push flake 'til I'm paid
In the grave or landing (standing)
Guess I'm paid off trappin'
I if I get locked with opps

I'll rock my sock
I ain't chillin' with snakes on the landin' (no)
I woke up switchin'
Pissed off at random
Probably cah my bitch
Never answered (fuckin' hell)
I'm on FaceTime tell my G
Go to the strip club

And show me the dancers
Fuck the home of a matches
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 phones or bangers (ha)
Anything I do in there is all banters
If it weren't for 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 with the yolo doin' back flips
Gotta TT the block and OT the magic
I gotta have it
Must be habits, rusty, bangin'
Country slangin', bunch of has-beens
You ain't gangin'
Changed the game, better thank him
Changed the game, better thank him
Young rich shit
What the fiends and the fans think
The man at the desk
Just askin' me questions
No sergeant, I don't feel suicidal
Fans playin' my tunes on Tidal
While I'm tryna spend
Stream money on rifles (baow)

I dashed my phone
But I got it backed up
So I can't really lie man
That sim card's vital (true)
Next day, I got my worker runnin'
Like Usain Bolt in Olympic finals
Rejected the duty solicitor
And went no commitment

It ain't rocket science (hm)
And the scheme ain't hot, it's fryin'
I ain't the ganja farmer
The crop keeps dyin'
I'm on the tech'
And the night pass by
Wont 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 should have asked for a pic
It's mandatory that I black out the whip
These tings help me blend
When carryin' sticks
I hit the market town shottin'

Twenties for tens
Of course, there's magic in it
Sent a grown ting in traffic a brick
Don't touch the suitcase
There's packets in it (don't touch)
Kitchen ting to the training ground
He might've got big after football trials
I spent seven on designer bags

Old school times
Would've been Scott and Lyle (brass)
Or should I say Lyle & Scott
That 40 did jam cah
It had no oil (grease it)
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 (skrrt)
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 Rizzlas
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 you gangdem liars
Check it, ST livin' in cunch
He'll spin it on drunks
And the wagons too
10 got ten tryna aim and shoot

This big lead in the skeng
We don't pay for fight 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 nothin'
'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 rev 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 tough knock on the door
Tell Roger to hide
With the Stan or Francy
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 the German back seat
Lost his, thought he was Tarzan
Bare fake youtes 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
I lost rights when the cunts disarm man
Now I need me an auto rents
Cah the stupid pig put me
On a car ban (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 (hm)
Officer, I wont surrender (mm-hm)

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 (munch) 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 seen guns
Should've seen their face
I see them flee
Them boy feeble (stop running boy)
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 (never)
I was in a useless strip
I was flippin' that work daily
Your girl say that I'm wavy
Oh, oh, I know I'm so wavy

The ghetto is what made me
Oh, the ghetto is what made me (mm-hmm)
Like, hop out the Ford with force
Quick quick, skrrt, better not fall
Dotty came long and tall
Hammer man down like Thor (like Thor)
Win a man ting, still score and bore
Dip a man ting, I'm mad with sword

If a man try show no remorse
(Show no remorse), show no remorse
Like 'low all the verbal chat
Dem ah talk, dem ah talk
Dem ah talk, dem ah talk
'Til a boy gets (dem a talk, dem a talk)

Whoosh, splash, and that
Mishmash, and bag packs
Any man want war affi dead (dead 'em)
Try balls, night falls gone red (mm-hmm)
Could've been neck or
I came all dark like um

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MKThePlug
Sapphire Beatsz