Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Pak-Man] 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 [Chorus - Biggapicture] 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 [Verse 2 - Pak-Man] 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 [Chorus - Biggapicture] 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