Diesel Motion - Nah, It Ain't Like That Bruv (This Is How It Is)

Nah… it ain’t like that bruv… You man talk it… but you ain’t "seen" this… This is how it is… Look— I seen man crumble where the streetlights flicker, Cold nights, bro stressin', no dinner, Phone line buzzing, that’s either fate or a sinner, Same old cycle, pull back that trigger— Nah, they don’t show this side on the Insta, Pain in the chest, got ghosts in the mirror, Young G runnin’ from feds and a killer, Ends got tension, the air feel thicker— We don’t talk, we survive in code, Man get lost tryna ride that road, Dreams get boxed in a council home, Hope get buried, the pride turn cold— Bruv said “trust me”—I’ve heard that before, Same man switch when the pressure gets raw, Same man fold when it’s knock at the door, Now it’s “free him” posts—where was you before? Nah, it ain’t like that bruv—this is how it is, Man get caught in the web, can’t slip that grid, Heart turn stone when you live like this, No fairytale ending in a life like this— Nah, it ain’t like that bruv—don’t glamorise pain, You ain’t seen man drown in the grime 'n' rain, You ain’t felt that loss, that permanent stain, This ain’t bars for clout—this is real, no game— Listen yeah— Backroad deals and the nights stay restless, Man get brave when the crew’s all present, But alone in the dark, that truth gets tested, Fear in the lungs but the face stay expressionless— I’ve seen brothers turn opps for a petty pound, Seen love get lost when the envy’s loud, Seen mums break down when the verdict’s out, Judge said “guilty”—now the whole room drown— Nah, this ain’t no movie script, This is real-life pain that you’re moving with, Every choice got weight, every move can slip, One wrong turn and your future’s missed— So I keep my circle tight—no counterfeit, Too many snakes tryna counterfeit, Man show love but it’s counterfeit, Smile in your face then dismantle it— Tell me what you know ‘bout sirens at 3? What you know ‘bout guilt you can’t unsee? What you know ‘bout dreams that never got to be? Just a name on a wall and a memory… I’m back with a vengeance, pen game senseless, Every bar got weight—no pretend this, Man talk roads but they ain’t been trenches, I’ve seen real life end in seconds— Pulse that race when the blue lights spin, Heart that pound when the door kicks in, Man get lost in a life of sin, Tryna get out but the roads pull in— This is pressure—built, not borrowed, Man chase bread but inherit sorrow, Live for today, can’t promise tomorrow, One wrong step and it’s headline horror— So don’t tell me “it’s calm”—it’s not that simple, Pain run deep, not skin, it’s mental, Scars don’t fade, they stencil, Life don’t pause—no interval— Nah, it ain’t like that bruv—this is how it is, Man get lost in the smoke, can’t find that bridge, Heart full heavy, can’t hide that sting, This ain’t music fam—this is everything— Nah, it ain’t like that bruv—this is how it goes, Man get trapped in a life they chose, Or maybe didn’t—but nobody knows, Just pain in the bars and truth in the flows— Nah… it ain’t like that bruv… This is how it is…