Little Hulton

(Mikey Joe made this) I've always been a hoods hottest Real street kid bro, I got my hood poppin' Robbed boxes and got my whole hood shottin' Beef come up but my whole fuckin' hood shoties Had this whole town under manors, fuck the gossip Police spent a million pounds just to ban me from it Gang orders put my friends and my family on it Put my city on the map and no one thanked me for it From the home of coke addicts, young alcoholics Everybody's hurt and they're tryna block it Hooked on drugs and they can't stop it Used to serve 'em on the corner where the SPAR shop is Banned from town, said I can't go back But I still had my town on smash Went to war, seen my whole town grass I was tryna get my whole town whacked Ask their mum and dads, bro, if this is just rap From the front door, man got snatched Tied and gagged and that's just facts So fuck all the raps and fuck the chat 'Cause I was 25 before I fuckin' rapped Came home, banged straps, and they took me back And on my own, I did it And on my own, I did it Told 'em in prison, but pricks didn't listen Left them gates and won my mission To put myself in this position Make the transition, convict to musician Convict to musician Got myself in the charts, won heart with my lyrics In front of major labels, and I'm pitchin' my vision Came at me screamin', "Bro, you did it!" Smashin' up his pad, watchin' me on television Told him it's for us, my brother and don't give in When you're in a cell, it's hard to stay driven On the wing with the robbers and the killers 200 dead souls alive, not livin' Screws conspire analyse and listen I gamble with my life, I'm on a tightrope skippin' (I'm on a tightrope skippin') Someone tell the estate that I ain't changed on 'em And I'm sad that I got took away from 'em Committed crimes and I had to pay for 'em I miss the dirty walls, remember wrote my name on 'em Spar grove, that's where I got my name poppin' That's where I robbed thingy, I ain't name droppin' Me and Kane plottin', no shottin' straight robbin' Someone tell the estate that I ain't changed on 'em Just a peasant from Chedworth Crescent Smoked weed since the age of seven Little menace, I was skippin' lesson Jumped the gate at dinner, Mr. Povey stressin' Harrop was my first school, Broadwalk my second Never made it to year 11 'Cause I was in the juvies reppin' A wing on the ones in pad seven This part of Britain ain't great Teen pregnancy, minimum wage The land of shattered dreams teachers used to say Steal our star, that's how we were raised Kids sell work before they learn a trade Child neglect, parents' eyes are glazed And if you're goin' through the struggle, then I feel ya pain Just know it's never too late to make a change And this one's for little Wes, rest in peace Elaine And this one's for little L, free him out the cage This one's for Cos for keepin' me safe I was young on the run, she'd always give me a place Anytime I was hungry, always give me a plate And this one's for Moo, man, I miss my little mate Smack needles on the street where we used to play I'm talkin' about Old Lane Eastern Way Little Hulton is my home, and I'm proud to say This one's for everyone from back in the day (This shit's for everybody, man)