I was born and raised in Leytonstone

I shout that till my heart stops beating

Foresight from the start not reaching

It’s more life 'cause I can’t stop breathing

More time I just laugh when they’re speaking

Anyway, allow that bad boy talk

It’s jarring and boring

It’s not startling I’m yawning

Wake up and read a psalm in the morning

I keep calm when they’re warring start with a caution

Only fight on my knees right when I seek trust me it’s part of the schooling

Wide awake and alarmed no drooling

Go hard no stalling all in

Forget those fibs

You know me L’stone kid

Esco’s bits

Bopped to the shop for the marge I had to do ten toes quick

Tesco ting

No joke let’s go in gotta go old school on a retro ting

Old school on a presto ting

Back when I used to get those kicks

Don’t stall or mutter when do this

Raised in the gutter where the goons lived

Broken home we saw pain sometimes we were scraping the butter with a toothpick

I went Tom hood school in the ends, the bad boy ting weren’t me i weren’t stupid

Picked up the pen from 14/15 since then I’ve been bruising

Now it’s one double o with the music feels like I still gotta prove that

Posters on the wall with the blue tack

MJ and TUPAC

A lot to respect, I had a box of cassettes where I kept my shoes at

Boy in da corner Raised me

Dizzee was proof I can do that

Back when Mumzy used to send man shop

I was spitting bars with the friends man got

Anybody thought they could dead that stopped

Stop that start that get that what

Kept it real and I kept that spot

So I can’t stop with the realness

And I gotta stick to my roots

Congo boy in the building

Pondu on my plate with the kwanga

Wash that down with a Fanta

Can’t believe I would hide that I’m African just to dodge them guys with the banter

Now I rep that hard in the booth gotta start with the truth not parrin' my roots

At 19 the Lord saved me, till this day still gotta give thanks bruv

That’s a good look

Saved by grace 'cause my plans never looked good

When I fall I can land on the good book

East London where the mandem are boop boop, boop

Standard, also

It’s been weighing down on my torso

Fam I keep comparing myself that’s why I ain’t really a fan of award shows

Showtime no I’m in no need of a co-sign

Jesus gives me peace indeed and as long as I’ve got that, brother I’m so fine

So I don’t watch them

I can never sell my soul for a top ten

I got a lot more tunes for their head tops

If they want more then I got them