How It Is

[Intro: Ghetts] G-H Yazmin Wretch 32 I breathe heavy Open your eyes, man [Verse 1: Ghetts] Take a journey with me Pretend I'm the tour guide No MAC, just the .45 Welcome to London Where some talk the talk But me, I walk the walk And you can tell from my bunions Niggas get set up and held for a lump sum They bringing drama to your mum’s drum Fling on your armour when they come, son Fill 'em up with dum dums Nowadays, the young ones are worse than the olders are They'll burst just to gloat and laugh Don’t be so surprised Because I'm around with no disguise I know you noticed I socialise With niggas that come from broken homes And we don't vote 'Cause even if we did, we wouldn't see no hope So now I'm Nino with a kilo Not giving a fuck if fiends overdose I keep most my notes When niggas won't look, I'm taking precautions He’ll get run up on eight in the morning There’s no escaping extortion So a flame is important Even if you ain't making a fortune Niggas want a portion But taking my money is something like taking an organ [Chorus: Yazmin] This is the real life, we call it street life So much pain, this world’s so cold This life's deserted, the guns and violence There's so many fiends out on the road Young people dying, mothers crying They're still tryna fight it, hard to stray Some people have nothing They’re living life lonely Sleeping out on the streets at night [Verse 2: Wretch 32] Listen, I'm from the roads where there's no fear You'll get your face lift on your own stairs The lift's out of order, so, they gotta pass the body Stinking out half the lobby And if my prints are on the bricks Then there'll be charges on me Someone's gotta talk The sergeant's marching, looking answers Questioning, the question is Who did it? Matter of fact, who didn't? Catch .22s like two digits Surrounding my ends And it's drowning my head like a huge fitted But I've gotta move with it Becah' it's kill or be killed Matter of fact, put a stick in your wheel Becah' a gun war can turn into your son's war Surname associated And they'll be bursting the chrome at faces But I ain't 'fraid of nuttin' Darg, I can work, you were made redundant I move food, I can shave an onion I'm smooth too, 'cah I can date your loved one Ha, yeah, so don't get it twisted If you hear that I made a lump sum [Chorus: Yazmin] This is the real life, we call it street life So much pain, this world's so cold This life's deserted, the guns and violence There's so many fiends out on the road Young people dying, mothers crying They're still tryna fight it, hard to stray Some people have nothing They're living life lonely Sleeping out on the streets at night [Verse 3: Ghetts] If your home Is in a war zone where laws are broke Where rich kids make a mockery of poor adults Lord knows, I've bored foes Don't ever think you're safe because your doors are closed And with no qualifications, ha The only way to go legit is spit or score goals And you can ask Lew Producing beats, reducing sleep, are you a star, too? You gotta do at least a tune a week Make use of fast food That's the food we eat, it's food at least I stack Ps and treat Nandos like McD's That's everyday, it's that peak Then it's back to the back streets Where the cats meet Heroin and crack fiends That keen that I could give a one of each in return for a flat screen That's just the perks of my job I work with Charlie and I'm working with Bob It's 2007, I'm counting my weapons I'm raising my papers, so, my house be in Devon Out by eleven Being a fiend, it's in my genes Like it's found in my denim I'm around with them villains From Canning Town to Peckham Take a motherfucking look I'm in a motherfucking hood And the life I live has even got my mother touching wood Nutters love to bust a nug Every second, feds cuff another crook It's regular around here So many moves are made Even though most moves are flames Yeah, I still move the 'caine Wishing I could move away [Chorus: Yazmin] This is the real life, we call it street life So much pain, this world's so cold This life's deserted, the guns and violence There's so many fiends out on the road Young people dying, mothers crying They're still tryna fight it, hard to stray Some people have nothing They're living life lonely Sleeping out on the streets at night