These are the lyrics to the song from around 40 seconds where the dialogue starts and for the prelim we will be doing 1 minute of the song so it will end around 1.40.
Real talk, that's my lingo
Real talk, that's my lingo
If you can't talk like this, bro
Then I ain't really hearing shit, bro
See, there's a lot of man out there with this knowledge
But they ain't educating like this, bro
But they'll tell 'em 'bout whips and tricks, though
Nothing else going on, is that it, bro?
[Verse 1]
I was chatting to a yute, having a verbal spar
He said P, I rate you, you've really gone far
I wanna go far too
This year, I'm going hard, I want a hundred large
I said a hundred large? What you splashing that on?
Man said a car
Brudda, where's your drive? Brudda, where's your yard?
F that car
You're acting like you're a boss
But you ain't in charge
Wining, dining, all these girls you don't know
And you can't even dance
You're dumb, you spent your money in the brass
Brudda, where's your mum? Brudda, where's your aunt?
Wait, stop this deck
Brudda, where's your besties? Where's your dargs?
You find that interesting, I find it depressing
Excuse my aggression, but you blame the oppression
Bro, that ain't oppression, you know what that is?
You and your dickhead bredrins, gassed up on a next ting
None of you's real, your mind's based off a film
Where you're just acting real, trust me
Real talk, that's my lingo
If you can't talk like this, bro
Then I ain't really hearing shit, bro
See, there's a lot of man out there with this knowledge
But they ain't educating like this, bro
But they'll tell 'em 'bout whips and tricks, though
Nothing else going on, is that it, bro?
[Verse 1]
I was chatting to a yute, having a verbal spar
He said P, I rate you, you've really gone far
I wanna go far too
This year, I'm going hard, I want a hundred large
I said a hundred large? What you splashing that on?
Man said a car
Brudda, where's your drive? Brudda, where's your yard?
F that car
You're acting like you're a boss
But you ain't in charge
Wining, dining, all these girls you don't know
And you can't even dance
You're dumb, you spent your money in the brass
Brudda, where's your mum? Brudda, where's your aunt?
Wait, stop this deck
Brudda, where's your besties? Where's your dargs?
You find that interesting, I find it depressing
Excuse my aggression, but you blame the oppression
Bro, that ain't oppression, you know what that is?
You and your dickhead bredrins, gassed up on a next ting
None of you's real, your mind's based off a film
Where you're just acting real, trust me
Key
P for P Money
L for long shots of buildings
S for Squad
C for Close up of stairs, shop name, CCTV
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