Pak-Man, Biggapicture - Life Is Real lyrics
[Pak-Man, Biggapicture - Life Is Real lyrics]
Let me tell you bout this life of mine
All I know is winning like United back in '99
All I know is dinners
Can't tell me bout firing lines
All your friends are pagans
Don't wind up in a firing lane
First I got caught up in a life of sin
Then I got caught up in the finer things
When I got rich from my Lyca SIM
Still pulling strings like a violin
This life I had could drive you
Mad but the fire's back
Seen my friend's dad buying crack
Benz grey, white or black
Should've been writing tracks
I was flying packs
Draw the curtains inside the flat
I'm counting ninety bags
Then my mum rang me crying, sad
Granddad had a stroke
His whole left side collapsed
Doctors told me that he's dying akh
Tomorrow isn't promised
You can't ever put a price on that
I told you that my life is real
And I can hear the sirens still
I told you that my life is real
And I can hear the sirens still
Real hood politics
Gave out more orders than Boris did
Mobster shit, waiting on my lobster dish
Making pounds, euros and dollars flip
Looking for a skeleton like an archaeologist
No rap cap, got old grands stacked
The streets know the snow man's back
Return of the real
Never seen them nerds in the field
This sauce on permanent spill
Remember when the hope was fading
Told myself "Keep going", motivation
Sometimes it's those that are closest hating
Lot of altercations, home invasions
Been on the road for ages
Growing up, felt like the only Asian
In the ends with the most Jamaicans
Been in the hood with birds
Tired of pushing work
Good with words, my flow's amazing
I told you that my life is real
And I can hear the sirens still
I told you that my life is real
And I can hear the sirens still
All I know is winning like United back in '99
All I know is dinners
Can't tell me bout firing lines
All your friends are pagans
Don't wind up in a firing lane
First I got caught up in a life of sin
Then I got caught up in the finer things
When I got rich from my Lyca SIM
Still pulling strings like a violin
This life I had could drive you
Mad but the fire's back
Seen my friend's dad buying crack
Benz grey, white or black
Should've been writing tracks
I was flying packs
Draw the curtains inside the flat
I'm counting ninety bags
Then my mum rang me crying, sad
Granddad had a stroke
His whole left side collapsed
Doctors told me that he's dying akh
Tomorrow isn't promised
You can't ever put a price on that
I told you that my life is real
And I can hear the sirens still
I told you that my life is real
And I can hear the sirens still
Real hood politics
Gave out more orders than Boris did
Mobster shit, waiting on my lobster dish
Making pounds, euros and dollars flip
Looking for a skeleton like an archaeologist
No rap cap, got old grands stacked
The streets know the snow man's back
Return of the real
Never seen them nerds in the field
This sauce on permanent spill
Remember when the hope was fading
Told myself "Keep going", motivation
Sometimes it's those that are closest hating
Lot of altercations, home invasions
Been on the road for ages
Growing up, felt like the only Asian
In the ends with the most Jamaicans
Been in the hood with birds
Tired of pushing work
Good with words, my flow's amazing
I told you that my life is real
And I can hear the sirens still
I told you that my life is real
And I can hear the sirens still