I grew up in Streatham Teachers was givin´ man tests Same time the mandem were givin´ out testers
I got peng tings givin´ man stress I ain´t gotta sex it, message or text it I don´t wanna do you and I Like I´m in Leicester skippin´ my lectures We used to ride ´round all reckless
Stolen ´peds, that´s Geely and Vespas And the feds called my broski restless Said he got a charge in the car, no Tesla And everybody ´round me rowdy I walk in, tell the jeweler, "Wow me" If you´re talkin´ ´bout P´s just ´low me 19, I put 19 on an Audi I´ll never forget that day that I found me the cutest caramel brownie And the chest and back both bouncy Trust me, everyting shake, no Saudi My G just came out for a shooting
And Ramz done a madness, charting Say that man got something in common ´Cause trust me, both of their tings been barking If you see him at a drink, cut parking Do it like Jordan, run up and spark him My G´s been on badness, way before they had a moustache like Stalin And this ting´s all love and hate, ´cause a lot of man love to hate My young G done draws and eights Now he´s cuttin´ through bricks like the 1-1-8 And I ain´t on indirects, diss me, and I take that personal How you gassed off a note that´s purple? Bet you never got it off white like Virgil Two men and an angry murk That´s war wit´ a German, Winston Churchill It´s mad when man wanna murk you
But you know you gotta be in by curfew And I seen a lot of man get pressured, why?
I grew up in Streatham And teachers was givin´ man tests Same time mandem were givin´ out testers I got peng tings givin´ man stress I ain´t gotta sex it, message or text it I don´t wanna do you and I Like I´m in Leicester skippin´ my lectures We used to roll ´round all stupid
Mitcham Lane, that´s Streatham and Tooting I´m in East tryna link my girl ´Cause I´ve got a baby, a crossbow like Cupid Man are dead or in jail, that´s useless Tell a yute, "If you´ve got a brain, then use it" Now I drive past man I went school with
You was the cool kid, now you look clueless And I´m still tryna tell man, "Fuck the Audi, switch it for a Benz" When you´re tryna make it out the ends Friends of enemies are enemies And enemies of enemies are friends Fuck the Benz, I switch it for a Beamer Tell the dealer, "Need a bigger litre" He told me he´s on me when he sees me I barely remember why we´re beefin´
But I grew up in Streatham And teachers was givin´ man tests Same time mandem were givin´ out testers I´ve got peng tings givin´ me stress Nudes in the message, put in an effort But I don´t need a me and you Like when a chef would eat at his restaurant