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back to reality - dotty lyrics

n*ggas give a hundred to their postcodes and nuttin’ to their households
living comfy, rent free and say they’re ballin’ in the streets like
n*ggas even selfish or they lying and all that crud that you supplying but your mummy still struggle i don’t get that
dad forgot to tell me i’m the man of the house until he gets back
i felt unwanted like the bread back
i couldn’t see my pops like my net back
i used to blame my mum i can’t believe i said that
tryna filter emotion i got locked up inside
and express through my rhymеs i gotta train my mind
now i’m getting recognized thеy’re asking me for pics
i used hide from the cameras in my bits
i’m still adjusting to this sh*t
need my n*ggas round me keep me level headed that’s a must cos
in this scene everybody call you bro and everybody call you cuz
but only known you 5 minutes i don’t know who to trust
unless it’s london living them vs us
forever gang i’ll be with the gang forever ay
hacks burn a scud in the ride just watch my leather
tell the brownin’ watch your grip on my jacket that ain’t clever
i still can’t remember how i met her
i tend to get selective memory when it’s temporary
when the backs full of meat and minds empty, no longevity
she probably f*ck my enemy, you know them kinda girls man
and she probably suck your d*ck for some heels man

ay listen i’m zonin’ out, nothin’ but a2 and bonkaz playin’ when i’m rolling round
maybe fling a bit of tjer on to tone it down
yeah i been dealing with some tings daily
my older brother died years back his kids 18
and i ain’t even know him when he lived that sh*ts crazy it’s like
i know that time can’t go backwards
but we live in the real world with so much actors
man it’s time to bring the real back
yeah it’s time to bring the real back
fee said roddy ain’t get his g cap
i said he’s good with gods and that’s the real act
and mad love for justin
he been locked 10 years all he asked for was credit
you put on for the ends man have to take your credit
i weren’t that deep in but i can still respect it
he lost mad years that can’t get him replenished
he can’t undo his sentence
it’s my thoughts i’m venting
maybe i’ve been giving too much of me
sh*t maybe i should talk about luxuries
or maybe i should take about how she can’t get enough of me
and maybe that’ll make ’em listen more
i’m tryna make you open your eyes, make you vision more
i have to do this sh*t cos n*ggas been poor
when you poor you seen more
gambling life we tryna win more
heated swimming pool i need it indoors ayyyy
houses for my mummy and my in*laws
like you don’t have to work you go and live more
yeah i mean that’s always been the plan, i’m tryna pattern up the fam
my brother just had twins he doubled up on the prams
these new kids in the fam
it’s going me feelin’ old man, it’s got me feelin’ old man
all this weight got me hunch back quasimodo
but still stand tall in the photos
i love all my dons no h0m* that’s my bro bros
i hope we reap the benefits of success and slow mo
cos when that sh*t come it come fast
and i know that it’s coming i’m just hoping that it lasts
i’m so close to making mum proud
work affi put in, gimme time i’ll get my words out
there ain’t no if and buts man affi work now
it’s funny cos i normal wear a shirt now
sh*t i ain’t got a chorus put the verse out

- dotty lyrics

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