P Money - Real Talk lyrics

So what if you recorded and mixed down P Money Is Power? I gave you back all that respect and power Nobody could rush you No one could touch you, G, let alone cuss you I showed you road and girls and buss you You was a broke-arse can't afford bus yout N.E. gave you a PC and then buss you You're acting like you done it yourself, f**k you! No, bro, you are the man that's worthless You stole from the roof over your head And took things from the studio, caught red handed on cam You were trading for pennies from Cash Converters Opportunist, you were stealing from Mella How could you steal from Mella? In fact, how could you steal from his father? Put that in your sob story, you ain't clever I've never been moist, it was probably the wetter Definitely on sight, and it's probably forever You wanna mention mum's yard, come, darg I will have a shotty and a mask from V for Vendetta But you ain't on that, man, I know you Shut your mout, I don't owe you You worked for the guy that was putting out my CD That's why the studio time was free Shut your mout, I don't owe you And you can come with a punchline verse Nothing surprises me when you write for me ‘Cause I can hear what I taught you Stormer was there when I showed you what punchlines were And Little Dee taught you about multiple rhyming Like you said in your Fire in the Booth All you had was beats and s**t bars I mean how else did you think you got this hard? Wait, we know how you got this hard Cos you're only half a writer Let's see what your fans are gonna think when You finally admit that you use Master Writer For those who don't know, that's a program on Windows You use, when you type in a word And it comes up with every other word that rhymes What if I told you he was doing that way before '09? How dare they compare you and I I got money and I put on for grime You got signed, fixed your teeth, put on a suit And started singing about suicide (Overload) Years later, talking about breddahs have been blocking you No one ain't scared, pop was stopping you You buried yourself, that's why you're a rotten yout But you tried to block me though Man tried to stop me eating Had me, Tom and Geeneus in a meeting Man said Dot's managers are demanding I be taking off shows, I couldn't believe him I was like “Oh my God” Instead of being a man and turning up to perform songs You tried performing a gastric bypa** Don't know why you're flexing on my cards Ringing up Vex cos you were scared of my dargs Whole game failed you on the test that I pa**ed That's when banging you up became my task Send your shots, my shield's better than a right guard I smell a p**yhole in need of some RightGuard Ran out of Stockwell, ran out of OGz Ran out of Nando's, ran out of Hoodstars Dunno what you done to your mum but not even Bart was right by his marj How are you talking like you got darked? You played with a short fuse, got sparked F**k your drive, press V and get parked Everybody's saying it's gonna be historical The absent father of grime Everybody knows the biological father is always diabolical I don't have to but you I wanna school SoundCloud yours, I'll Spotify mine You wanted to but you can't sell lies No bashment in sight when I turn up at yards It's guns, money and ammunition, it's all cartel vibes When I know where he lives and I roll through the bits Lights off, blacked out, nine guys, four straps Full clips, in the boot man's got another six I'll let one of your fans work out the total eclipse Remember how you met Shivs? You were 19, a virgin and s**t No game, man had me writing his MySpace messages Man was all nervous and s**t Then later on, man done a diss How's man doing a whole dub for Shivs? Calling her a hoe when you wifey'd Don't lie, you wouldn't have done it otherwise G, yeah Feelings, blatantly wifey Man's really getting a kick out of calling her a sket I was like hold on a sec Doesn't that mean you just wifey'd a sket? Which one you gonna wifey next? I ain't even mentioned your ex… yet But I'll tell you about that girl you're with now When it comes to the girls, bro, your life's vex ‘Cause you've gone and wifey'd Lusardi Rose Name says it all 'cause everyone knows She was beating man that you might call bro Your closers are thinking “Woah, this is peak” Her Snapchat's got too many streaks Bruddah, this ting's run through HeavyTrackerz' studio Way more than me Left with no tunes, no singing No mix downs, just beats, no riddims Innocent, pssh, who the hell is she kidding? Did man really think that I wouldn't spin him? Your Fire in the Booth had me grinning F**k Minarmy, I'll spin armies in eight bars My Gs could be m**m, when I tell 'em it's beef, they break fast This MAC-10 will turn a mansion into a graveyard ‘Cause my man's a prick Diss my son and get blasted with what's in the palm Do not mention the Iron Man's kid I'll address man here when I do it over my man's wig I don't care who my man's with Deaf sound, my ting's loud When I give him this smoke, man better learn sign language Rasta mode when I get nicked Let my bredrins go, it's all what I and I did Snake in the gra**, you're fake Everybody on my team eats when it's my banquet About school me, are you stupid? They don't wanna book me when I'm on my maths s**t I've got a shot that will take away man's eyesight Plus a blade to divide mans ribs Sounds like a seven a side, when you hit the news They'll be like “that was my man's pitch” Call man fat all you want, when I banged you in the face Your left cheek said “My man's quick!” Leg said “Woah, did you see what my man did?” When I f**ed up my man's s**t Come with them s**t bars about fatso The thing is when I was as skinny as you I still weren't getting smacked up by fat blokes.(real talk) Trust me Nobody's G checking me bro and not you I don't care who's around you, you're talking about olders You're 29, shut your mout How you got olders at 29? Upset? Aaw you and Blacks, bruv, ‘llow it bruv You diss a crew, prepare to beef a crew. that's what happens You're on your Snapchat and your Twitter talking about ah mans doing all this 'cause mans hating on you Mans ne- why would man hate on you? My career compared to yours is mad Your peak is pop I've been doing grime There's bare stuff I still ain't said you've been doing This is why this has happened, I smacked you up ‘Cause you're a violater, you are a pagan And now you wanna do lyrics but in your lyrics you're now talking bout road Make up your mind Check my dub compared to your dub bro I'm stating nothing but facts and violations of how much you are a pagan All you're doing is talking about what you think you would do to me and wanna do to me and rumours that ain't true, bro It's air I'm stating real life facts, that people around you know and will back up And will actually say “Nah, but Dot you did that” “Nah but he's got a point” That's why you ain't winning this ‘Llow ittt.(real talk)