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wiley - u ain't real lyrics

[intro: wiley]
eskiboy
roll deep
you know some people think they’re real innit
think i ain’t real though innit (what you think i ain’t real innit?)
you ain’t real like me
eskiboy (boy, boy)
you ain’t real like me (i know the deal)
you ain’t real (you’re not real, i know the deal)
when i see you and your crew watch anyway (you’re not real, i know the deal)
what you think you got me [?] yeah, alright (you’re not real, i know the deal, you’re not real, i know the deal)
wait til i see you in the dark bro trust me (you’re not real, i know the deal)
wait til i see you (you’re not real, i know the deal)

[verse 1: wiley]
i can be a peter or b-l-e-m
shirt and jeans, [?]
i spit so much i might get a sour throat
in that case i’ll sip l-e-m
i been around since randall and kelly kem
i’m a badboy for you, and a badboy for dem
now tell me i’m here on the roads
you can see me flowing around in the top 10
if you ask anybody who the top 10 mc’s are
they’re gonna mention wiley again
i got the cheapest pen
london’s under attack
you might see me on the news at 10
and this *** wants to test me again
like i won’t rally back and start blasting again
who’s the one you’re asking again
i told you last week don’t ask me again

[chorus 1: wiley]
you ain’t real like me (i know the deal)
what you mean i ain’t on the roads, ain’t on the roads (you’re not real, i know the deal)
it’s eskiboy right now you can see me floating around [?] (you’re not real, i know the deal, you’re not real, i know the deal)
you ain’t real like me (i know the deal)
donut (you’re not real, i know the deal)
you’re a fruitcake blud (you’re not real, i know the deal)
i swear i see a single 49, waste (you’re not real, i know the deal)

[verse 2: wiley]
i been a way but i’m back
and my flows all cash
on a yamaha r6 not a kawasaki
i’m just a ninja though i show no emotion
i’m not sad but i sure ain’t happy
i make bad boy tunes on my lappy
my triton rack and my digital maccy
studio ting or road ting
watch i’m on it
i’m from london not from palace
so you wanna play the bally
can’t see i’m a street kid
i’m shabby, my way you can’t carry
it’s one ting saying you’re a badboy
it’s a next ting saying you’re a fisher like larry
i know g’s from brum and manny
smoke the chun weed like danny
your crew ain’t aggy i’m a son with a righteous daddy
i’ll still leave your t-shit tatty

[chorus 2: syer b, wiley]
syer
you ain’t real like me (i know the deal)
on the side (you’re not real, i know the deal)
sy…syer (you’re not real, i know the deal)
on the side, eat screw (you’re not real, i know the deal)
nah you ain’t real like me (i know the deal)
you ain’t real like me (you’re not real, i know the deal)
you ain’t real like me (you’re not real, i know the deal)
you ain’t real like me (you’re not real, i know the deal)
yo

[verse 3: syer b]
you ain’t real like, spitting with sk!ll like
don’t think that i’m just raw on the mic
don’t think that i’m just here for the hype
what you think that i don’t creep ’round for the night?
i remember a time
outside of stratford rex one night with four guys
tried taking man’s watch, taking man’s ride
thought i was a *** on the sly
tried telling me to drive to the side
stop the car, hand him the keys to the ride
little mug must’ve thought i’d be shook ’cause his mate was sitting in the p-ssenger side
i put the keys in, got out, smashed his mate in the side of the face with a lead pipe
grab the handbreak, make the car slide (car slide)
i know he was a *** ’cause he cried

[chorus 3: brazen, wiley]
you ain’t real like me (i know the deal)
i showed you boys, brazen (you’re not real, i know the deal)
you’re not real, i know the deal (yeah, nah)
you’re not real like me, nah (you’re not real, i know the deal)
nah, you’re not real like michael boy (i know the deal)
yeah i show you boys (you’re not real, i know the deal)
yeah, i show you boys (you’re not real, i know the deal)
i’m out now, yo (you’re not real, i know the deal)

[verse 4: brazen]
guess who’s back again
i want the cash in both hands
***, i ain’t going back again
i’ll let the mandem deal with the trafficking
i can’t get catch again but i can’t pack it in
everybody wants to know what’s happening
but nobody wants to know, what’s waggering me
i want half a key
and less than one-sevens, or i double my p’s
i’m stretching up police he’s checking up on me, regularly
the tag on my legs giving me grief
i can’t even sleep in my e-n-d-s
this why when i start some beef
punch me i’m street crashing [?]
push me too far and it’ll get ugly
push me too far, and i’ll start punching
i’m pumping with blood, i’m dumping on drugs
*** i got bars, you can’t touch me
i’m a [?] man not on bubbly
you wanna mug me, never i’m clever
i’m ready for the heat
i’ve never been better
i’m getting new gloves
[?] the berreta
you’re a feather
i will penetrate your 80 and [?] mate
if you wanna know your fate
touch me bare time and place

[outro: wiley]
you ain’t real like me (i know the deal)
you ain’t real like me (you’re not real, i know the deal)
wasteman, tryna [?] bun on the stage (you’re not real, i know the deal, you’re not real, i know the deal, i know the deal)
man locked you on the floor still (you’re not real, i know the deal)
hold tight vase (you’re not real, i know the deal)
‘member, man wants to kick you off the bike innit man has to bail out (you’re not real, i know the deal)
bail out innit
eskiboy
you ain’t real like me
nah

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