I woke up like nah

I had a dream i got smoked

And i flatlined in my boys car

Frank White laid out at the lines

But i woke up calm

Cold sweats for the money

Slagging up in this bando yard

She just wanna get high

So her little man knows who we are

I'm a real G i give him £2

I won't see the boy starve

Trapstar shit hit me up

Come trap for a star

Used to hit mway

Like 3 G packs in a Saab

Skrr skrr till the whole thing done

I'll be back by tomorrow

Free T, he'll be home soon inshallah

Free Sez, free Money, free Los

Shit I miss my dawgs

I got real g's sitting on L's

Thats life, fuck bars

So thats real rap

I'ma real rap for the G's that can't

Reload that fam the last 16 was hard

Them other man they go in

But they dont go hard

Training day on repeat

In the car thats hard

If you know then you know

That i dont even try hard

They relate to the raps cos im real

And i dont act hard

They dont know that im so hard

That i can't act hard

In the gym, in the bin, in the wing

My niggas go hard

Go hard in the club

Till ya ass gets barred

We was young boys had to man up

Some found god, some found drugs

Most went jail and then found plugs

Me i came home and i bagged up

I got no sleep all that month

In my 110's yeah the black ones

Tracky on me or tracky off

Either way i stay tracked up

Im with SK thats a M1

Im a rapstar you'll get wrapped up

Potters cold let the tap run

Got this belly on me i'm a fat c***

Hard

Reload that fam the last 16 was hard

Them other man they go in

But they dont go hard

Training day on repeat

In the car thats hard

If you know then you know

That i dont even try hard

They relate to the raps cos im real

And i dont act hard

They dont know that im so hard

That i can't act hard

In the gym, in the bin, in the wing

My niggas go hard

Go hard in the club

Till ya ass gets barred