| Yeah, I grew up in Bow E-thrizzy
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| Home of Maniac, home of Tinchy, home of Dizzee
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| If you don’t get it then you’re gonna be without
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| That’s why I fly around and make myself busy
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| Complacent shotta gets robbed for a belly
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| This shit’s going on, but I don’t mean telly
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| When the rain falls, you can’t be saved by wellies
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| A kid walks in, starts waving a semi
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| Badman, he ain’t afraid of any
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| Expensive watch, now why have I got it?
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| Furthermore, fuck that, I’m a shot it
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| You know why, blood? |
| Cause I don’t want it
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| Go and look a next property, swap it
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| I deal with change in a pattern
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| Too many girls buy jewellery in Hatton
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| New generation’s here, what you saying?
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| We’re gonna see when I pass you the baton
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| I grew up in south west London, home of the brave
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| Home to the roadside Gs, So Solid UK
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| Be loud and clear when you’re calling my name
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| Shut down the club, live show then I cut, I’m the lord of the rave
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| From a place where your big bad brother can’t save you
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| Where the olders are washed and the young Gs out on the block who want grief
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| Get out of my seat, what the fuck did you bring to the table?
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| From a place where they think that you’re rich if you ever get signed to a label
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| Last night, I fell asleep with the engine running
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| Kick down your door, then my bredrin’s running
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| I don’t like that yout, I don’t care who
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| I don’t know that yout, don’t care about your cousin
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| Got a photoshoot, whole ends is coming, rudeboy, you ain’t got enough class
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| Your boy’s on form this year, fall back, you ain’t got enough bars
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| 20 man deep on a night out, buy out the bar, you ain’t got enough staff
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| Man don’t even talk to you much, but you talk too much, all you niggas just bark |