Original Real Talk Lyrics

[Intro: Dot Rotten and ?]
What tune are we doing right now?
We're doing-
'What did he say?'
OG style, get me
Remix for them
Let them know wagwarn
Still got write mine- look
It's Ghetto, I'm writing on an envelope
Like Eminem-style, you know like that
But it's real
Some [?] ideas

(bare sound stuff happens innit)

Alright for anyone that don't know
We haven't got no engineers, y'get me
We haven't got no engineers, it's just me, y'get me

Like that, it's very Rotten
Alright it's done
You hear it, yeah?
Whoa
Aight roll through

(Brigade)
Like
Real talk
I just gotta say it how it is
If guys wanna clash me after this
I couldn't care less innit
This is just how it goes

[Verse]

You man tried to abuse me
Use me
For my beats and slew me
For my tunes, all your morals went looney
I opened up the scene for you man
I directed and starred in your crew, B
But it's cool, N.E. told me check up on honey and fam, f*ck the crew, and that's the true speech
Over a decade of streaming money and Spotify wages never came to me
'Cause SRD ran with whole bag total, this is where it gets juicy
You dissed it I know
Mr. Tyrone Rowe, you owe Mela more than a few Gs
If I did man for damages, man panicking couldn't handle it and want to sue me
How many times did a artist not get signed 'cause they told Semtex that they know Dot Rotten?
How many times did a ANR have a smash hit but tell the artist it's not dropping?
Got eyes and ears in these industry offices
Heard what you said, don't think I'm not watching
Drugs that you buy for the staff on a Fridays
Class A tings don't think I ain't locked in
Booking agents be telling artists that the fees one thing when they know it's another
Handle the books yourselves, after 5 shows that's one house, new road for your mother
All of these platforms be asking fees to upload when they get paid on the back-end
No contracts have been signed, and that content is mine
"Oi guys, why ain't I been patterned?"
Whole load of sharks in the game, if you look at the business in details then you'll start crying
Whole load of AdSense wages are owed
"You made it I know, who gained from your rapping?"
I spit bars and they're taking offence at the truth
Don't hate that I say it happened
I don't give a P for the money I'll make the wap blacker at boys
Im a fatal assassin
No one cares when your quiet but they're involved when your breaking the silence (Wiley) Everyone cares when your popping but they talk wass when your quietly (Tinie)
Raps a religion I shouldn't talk but these rappers been snitchin'
Warned Cashh, warned fans, but they lacked, didn't listen
They sent man J.A now he's back and he's different
Eyes don't spy unless I've been gripping, pocket rocket lifting your leaving the world
Wanna stop me from eating I need a good burger but I won't go check Keenan and kel
Kermit with tea no orange soda, encrypted phone mans not on voda
Snitch bossin' up the shop from dotting (no saaa)
I'll cop out but you'll bring the cop in closer
(AHHH)
Wait
Bare niggas serving time
Sitting inside cause another man snitched
Or jumped in the booth with disturbing lines
It was this one, that one, that one, that chinged up this one and the officers heard it live
Your music is a statement why you gotta tell the whole world that you've been murdering guys
You ain't been jail then your serving lies
Someone tell Drill minister, Gash by the hour
Still makes me squirm inside
Tell commando
Stop scratching Juno
The way that your acting
Your dirty sly
Big canal (Can I'll)
Make you run Surrey (Sorry)
On road, exposure time in south
Bermondsey (Bare Man see)
I won't let shit go under the bridge like joe's cafe
These brudda's sold bare man dreams
I can't deal with failed rappers that think that they're business men
"Did you hear that g?"
Send me a dub
I'll take 2 years for a come back
Just cause I didn't care that week
YIKES!
Home p*ssy good but its hoe life for my whole life
So i'll share that freak
Mans tryna put on condom and give her the long one
But she wants bareback g
I got too much shit too talk about
How many artists charting came up on a dot beat now lets sort it out
Want viral freestyles ill call them out
Monster work rate, my cv's ugly I know
Aitch on Petrol Bomb
Stormzy, Rowdy Riddim
Hard times instrumental with Bugzy Malone
Wiley
JME
Skepta
J Clarke
Made beats for them when I was a younger on road
Man got a placement with Birdman and ever got paid but the clout was enough to make dough
How many mcs dissected mixtapes I made
And learned how to run with the flow
Dots back and I'm done with the humble approach
If I send shots for you, your mums gonna know
Real talk I advise you to run from the smoke
Yo
For my hard drive I'd kill
If it ain't 140% I can't sign the deal

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