Streatham

Look 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 got 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 the Audi I'll never forget that day that I found Me the cutest caramel-brownie And the chest and back both bouncy Trust me, everything 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 of 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 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 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 in 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 of 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 the 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