Hometown
RV, Headie One, Bandokay, Abra Cadabra
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Sykes On these streets they watched me grow On these streets they watched me grow On these streets (Band') "The old days were the best", yeah, I know (I know) We all used to run from the Five-O (We did) Before Headie One's days it was heads out Marni lookin' out to my bro's (Facts) See party's used to be link up now when we link up we both gotta let bang go TJ summers ain't lie tho' I used to ram on the hood it was cool and fine though Plus I grew up in Tanja man Sauce anywhere I gotta bussdown tan, G I grew up on fambo's Fli-flickies, who would've thought would've copped me a handy? 'Member seein' pops on the line, now I get shivers when I stand on that street I lost Josh to a motorbike Plan A was never the plan B My hometown likes T but f*ck T (F*ck T, f*ck T) Bruce twelve youth club was the best, always givin' up with fuckery, yo Me and bro went halves on a three five Then I gotta bust or cap back home if I'm lucky lucky SJ coulda went pro (Free 'em), but instead he caught him a duppy On these streets they watched me grow On these streets they watched me grow On these streets yo Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's Manchester Surrounded by dingers and Glocks The ends hot, couple man been shot I was fiendin' some niggas that stuck, to hope that he dropped Old block, one-seven, it's us I give all the mandem my trust, they know that it's love I was doing it for the whites don't stop wit' me Got me ridin' with bro with kitchens for mummies (No guns) We started out strong, thirty man, it was long As time went on couple man turned soft But that's how it goes when you grew up in Tottenham Tried and tested, I deal with my partner But no lie I got love for my hometown I love guns, get money in my hometown One-seven postcode of my hometown I walked G's get real when it goes down (Ay, yo) Next generation, they know my name when I get in the station Know me from Farm, they know I'm a paygon Know I'm a bad man, ain't writin' statements Girls from Tino got in a rave I'm throwin' up bad if I ever see shave But they say, "Don't bring no war to your doorstep" But shot man five minutes from a stay-in This is our hometown where two guns had to be G one times So I know I can call it the gun town None of my bro's can never get touched I think I'ma ride 'til the sun down (My bro) Bro-bro said, "I swear, wallahi it's him" Then he got shot right next to his hometown Reppin' The Farm, I ain't throwin' up T's It ain't gonna end so I'm throwin' up O's now On these streets they watched me grow On these streets they watched me grow On these streets (RV) Back then it was football trainer Community center payin' my stub Grown up now and I'm still in the field But this new bitch didn't come with no starter I don't roll with man I can't say I can trust (Nope) I can't know if it's hate or it's love Who runs the hood? We need to discuss If we keep it a buck, gotta say that it's us (Oh) They say, "Hoes are the hardest" I'm like Amiri on with the Icebox F*ck Tottenham if it ain't my block Scorin' the opps, them lookin' all white washed (Haha) They were old friends, now they my opps 'Cah the two went eye like cyclops Lord knows when will the crime stop Shaved them back in the side like a high-top (Ching-ching-ching) You know it goes down in my hometown Used to friends, boy we just foes now Rambells, you gotta keep hoes out Drill man bake, want back and he phone's out You bam-bam but still get paste Used to play kicks on the L, now it's showdown On the pitch, I'ma shoot on stage, get bunned like (?), you don't wanna get blown down You don't wanna get bunned down like the high road when the feds called Mark Was comin' together, lootin bare shops and burnin' the cars, ain't better 'Cah it's all about uni to make some change and go more far From time to makin' it spar My dogs all bite but they also bark On these streets they watched me grow On these streets they watched me grow On these streets, gang, look I grew up in kitchen, a road that's Phillip lane Used to go Farm from time to time Mum said, "Son, don't go to that place TV in your cousin's house when it's after nine" You know I didn't listen, I was just tryna pay run ups Even if it cost my life I was on the block when a opp got (Poh) Back then that street party changed my life First ever shows that I stepped in Tanjmeer house, ey, what a fuckin' vibe I miss them young days, no gunplay More time just a kitchen knife Year seven me and Bash shoulda been in school instead, we was out robbin' motorbikes From young bad Baz was my broskie, even tho' we had loads of fights Phillip lane cage turned me to a soldier Bro The Farm turned me to a boss I was in PK tryna make rondo I was with Kush tryna rate man's top Used to have bro's in the lane If you see me out at the Tottenham stage and now it's bah Let me hear a man screamin' out, "Skah, skah" We'll send that straight to the sky I'm from a block where a fed got killed on (Wo-wo) Where the opps get drilled from In the hood bare free's and R.I.P's they lost their member they still ain't heal from North shit lane to the Farm estate, asked the hometown, "Who run this borough?" We used to take trips with guys from the L, now shit's over there and they're taking cover And it ain't no love in man's city, is it cuh I'm up front like Rashford? Like, ain't gotta run to where it's parked off Come a long way from park run up there Had a cell wap nate, so I hid that there Man from them side so I clicked that there Pulled off four mile grew and I raid that try take a trip you might end up here On these streets they watched me grow On these streets they watched me grow On these streets Clear batt' it was Alize not Brandy, twenty man up and ante up in Tanjee Before he got locked in spots Lord knows we had to go bury that handy (Yeah) 'Member when Brads was Bradly? (Throwback) And when we called R, that was Randy (Throwback) Nowadays I think everythin' fancy Seen better pride I'ma comeback like 'llow me Young boy I was charged like a battery Bought a shotgun, that was comin' in handy The pack looking bulky Had to move fee fell in no Jumanji I asked the fiends, "Then what do they fancy?" I hit the roads, I ain't listen to Auntie Growin' up front street but love the Backstreet So much I got covered in cranberry Didn't last long so I fell in for Sanjeet Tried take him to my spot like acne HM Nottingham could've been Rambee 'Cah I got to drill right like Banks be (They watched me grow) Sadly I had a plan A without a plan B I'm in the penthouse, I'm with a bad B I'm puttin' apple juice in my brandy (Watched me grow) (Watched me grow) On these streets (Grow) (Watched me grow)
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Written by: Kemani Duggan, Irving Adjei, Abdul Nelson, Jordan Townsend
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