Diesel Motion - It Just Has To Be

Yeah… Some things ain’t guesses… they’re written in the concrete… Life don’t ask permission bruv… Truth don’t need no referee… If it’s real, then it just has to be… You came into my life for a reason and I want to explore it Cold winds in my face, that’s life, that’s breeze, Brick flats taught man what’s fact, what’s tease, Some man lie for clout, some man lie for Gs, But truth survives the smoke when the hype all leaves. If it’s carved in the grind then the grind don’t bend, Snakes gon’ twist, but the truth won’t blend, Life ain’t soft, but the scars make sense, Pain ain’t debt — it’s an upfront rent. Man learnt early: what’s real don’t fade, What’s fake get shook when the light gets played. Talk is cheap, but the facts get paid, And the proof stands firm like a tower block blade. If it’s real then it’s real — it just has to be, What’s truth stands tall through catastrophe. No lies, no hype, no fantasy — If it happened then it happened, woven like tapestry. If it’s real then it’s real — it just has to be, No mask, no cap, no fallacy. This life ain’t soft, ain’t make-believe— What’s true stays true, that’s the mastery. Learned in the grime of the block where the rules ain’t sweet, Where the stairwell truths get sprayed on repeat. Man talk brave but their words retreat When the facts step in with a concrete beat. If you live what you talk then your talk keeps pace, If you lie on the road then the road sees face, Life don’t skip, don’t bend, don’t chase, It reveals who’s real at a permanent rate. Every setback’s part of the script I read, Every L’s like fuel that my mind gon’ feed, Every scar’s like proof of the oath I bleed, If the truth don’t fit then the truth won’t plead. See bro, the world’s got laws that you don’t unwrite, Bare man fight fate when they can’t fight night. But the real gon’ rise with a torch that’s bright, And the lies get crushed by the weight of light. You can stunt online, you can flex in clips, But the truth ain’t fooled by the TikTok lips. Legacy’s built by the grit, not pics, What’s real goes deep like the Thames in bricks. Man seen things crumble, man seen things last, And the pattern’s clear — truth cuts through glass. You can’t fast-track fate, can’t cheat that class, What’s meant to be real gonna stand steadfast. Life don’t lie bruv… Light cuts through disguise… If it’s real, it survives… If it’s fake, it dies… The truth runs free… No lock, no key… If it’s destined to be… Then it has to be… Gyaldem bringin' that heat, mandem brave, Mind on smoke like a Diesel Motion rave, Facts don’t fold and the truth don’t cave— Real stays real from the crib to the grave. Man built storms from the things I’ve seen, Life ain’t smooth, it’s a jagged machine. But one thing’s clear in the space between— What’s meant to be real stays evergreen. No tricks, no odds, no fraud routine, No cap, no script, no cut-scene dream. If life writes fact on the mezzanine— It echoes forever like a tower block scream. If it’s real then it’s real — it just has to be, What’s true don’t bend for nobody. What’s meant, won’t miss, that’s prophecy — If it’s real then it’s real… It just has to be bruv, it just has to be...