Original Real Talk

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[Intro: Dot Rotten and P Money] 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 just check up on honey and fam, fuck 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 for 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 chattin' 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 bossin' (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 in a shop from dotting, no saaa I'll cop out but you'll bring the cop in closer Ah, 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 businessmen "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 pussy good but its hoe life for my whole life So i'll share that freak Mans tryna fling on the 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 never got paid but the clout was enough to get dough How many MCs dissected mixtapes I made and learned the way to run with the flow Dots back and I'm done with the humble approach If I send shots at 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 Yes, I paved the way but I need mine so good mum's like "Fine I can't write a will" Niggas say I'm a GOAT you can love it or hate it but face it my bars are Marmite for real Came up on the bricky streets before these silly beef tulse and a town passed by the fields That rage in my soul bleeds I escaped from a chamber I got locked away I was raising the danger Zeph had me cuffed, prisoned up in a place but I broke free All of that time it was torture but showed me I walk with the Force taught by Kenobi I got a daughter I don't see I pray when I go sleep that my BM's learned to change, the control freak Tell the labels that I want mil's on the plate, mate, I'm after crazy collateral Big crib, water fountains as the whip, dips, butler, mistress, and a cage for the animals Cinema, pool, five-star chef in the kitchen, studio for mixing and wait there's a bag of rooms Walk-in wardrobe, Jacuzzi, safe encrypted, master bedroom for babes; I've been planning too Big dreams from a kid, OT at 15 bando with fiends making paper but damn it all Road or spit I was blessed by producing in Overcliff my words vaguely irrational If R.I.P. I'm Dot is a classic tell Tyrone Rowe he should pay me mechanicals I'm trying to move forward but my universe is so backwards that even JME's a cannibal AHHH It was never get down lay down big mash full of teeth when we walked in man got down Started the wave put base to a man and blast in his face cause I came here to shock-town Gun clapping OG walked round toured town done Paris, cozy Take shots gun range or cam, posey Dot's back, Young DOT vibe BLAM! hold 3 (Ba ba bow!) You thought I'd fall you fool no thoughts I fought the force of rivals Lit up the landscape, Eiffel, came for the food cruel; healthy, Ital, iight cool Chat bad, 6 foot in your face, I ain't tall Drilling with no killings you ride with iight tools Young chain snatcher for the food, I ate jewels Did hoe life in Holland, straight, I ain't Jools I been makin' them slappers but not in grime I do pioneering shit you're not in line I'm still out on the block with the niggas with the Glock my guy MIST got kettle that's stopping time No capping please When them man rap I just hear backing beats I bang steel like Paul it gets gang-ish G I'm your dad talk back get wooden spoon GG Grime God Dot's lookin' new