Realist Songtext
von Ebenezer

I′m the realest since Jesus Nazareth
I say it with my chest now, 'cause I believe it
I′m the realest since Jesus Nazareth
I'ma say it with my chest now, 'cause I believe it

I didn′t grow up with my dad, I had my mummy
Felt that nigga wasn′t doing nothing for me
We was starving, didn't have no food, no money
Single mother had to keep that shit together, yeah
What you know ′bout having cereal with water?
Luxury of milk we just couldn't afford to have
Used a knife to scrape the bottom of the butter
Piss poor nigga, we were living gutter, yeah

Four people in the same bed
We would sleep with tilted heads
Someone catch a cold, watch that motherfucker spread
You ain′t been through shit 'til you wake up and wet the bed
Like, shit, I′m gonna get the belt


I'm the realest since Jesus Nazareth
I say it with my chest now, 'cause I believe it
I′m the realest since Jesus Nazareth
I′ma say it with my chest now, 'cause I believe it
When niggas claim they′re real, we ain't the same anymore
Thumb thuggin′ on that phone 'til their hands get sore
I′m tryna make sure mummy don't work no more
And the fam don't hurt no more
And that′s the realest shit you′ll ever know

Summer holidays, I'm at my cousin′s
Hackney in the night, inside it buzzing
Brother taught me how to ride a bike like it was nothing
Then they moved out, yeah, they moved house, nothing's changed
I′m still in the hood where they rob you for your watch and shoes
Be careful when you watch and move
I'm still in the hush, the no heat up in the goddamn room
Ain′t likely I'ma move time soon, no

Four people in the same bed
We would sleep with tilted heads
Someone catch a cold, watch that motherfucker spread
You ain't been through shit ′til you wake up and wet the bed
Like, shit, I′m gonna get the belt


I'm the realest since Jesus Nazareth
I say it with my chest now, ′cause I believe it
I'm the realest since Jesus Nazareth
I′ma say it with my chest now, 'cause I believe it
When niggas claim they′re real, we ain't the same anymore
Thumb thuggin' on that phone ′til their hands get sore
I′m tryna make sure mummy don't work no more
And the fam don′t hurt no more
And that's the realest shit you′ll ever know