[Hook]
50 grand for my chain
Quarter mil' for my whip
10 mil' for my house
[Verse 1: Devlin]
I think that I'm gonna be sick
It seems like every MC is about
Loves tellin' the poor they're rich
Then they wonder why they're gettin' rolled on
When they wanna try and walk round in the bits
This is real life, no thrills hype
On a reals, it feels like
I've been impaled on a steel spike
But still fight, for my girls and real guys in the real grind that write real rhymes
It's the boy next door that kicked down doors and I'm back on an ill vibe
(Alright)
Twenty pounds on my weed
Five pounds for my pint
No swagger at all, just me
And I bet I can draw your wife
Comply with anythin' please
I'm gutter, I'll do what I like
I had a pipe dream in the grime scene
Now I'm flyin' at withering heights
50 grand for my chain
Quarter mil' for my whip
10 mil' for my house
[Verse 1: Devlin]
I think that I'm gonna be sick
It seems like every MC is about
Loves tellin' the poor they're rich
Then they wonder why they're gettin' rolled on
When they wanna try and walk round in the bits
This is real life, no thrills hype
On a reals, it feels like
I've been impaled on a steel spike
But still fight, for my girls and real guys in the real grind that write real rhymes
It's the boy next door that kicked down doors and I'm back on an ill vibe
(Alright)
Twenty pounds on my weed
Five pounds for my pint
No swagger at all, just me
And I bet I can draw your wife
Comply with anythin' please
I'm gutter, I'll do what I like
I had a pipe dream in the grime scene
Now I'm flyin' at withering heights
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