homeless n***a pop music

Music, I wanna do, I was always doing it

It's the best feelin', it's just, it's why I get up in the morning

I don't think about nothin' else, I don't open my letters

I think about music

Always on my mind, always on my mind, always on my mind

And I ain't just doing it for me

London city forever, you know I still creep

Raskit boy in the corner, I still roll deep

Yeah

Bro is homeless, so low

He sold for my PC in the corner of her room on the floor

Where I've been recording over

Had to quit all the ego strokin' and lyrics

Could lift and humble my spirits

To the point I didn't feel it no more, uh-huh

Raskit boy in the corner, I still

No silver spoons in my hood, just empty pockets

No candy raining, so we just singin' to Candy Rain

And desperation, an understatement

If you ain't resilient, **** in south of the river could end up

You might end up movin' weight to put pounds in your palms

Like bodybuilders, I seen that picture

In fact, I took it, a selfie sport from the younger me

Just a Lewisham ****, scared by the things I've seen

Raskit boy in the corner, I still roll deep

Uh, I bought a mic tryna ease all the trauma

It didn't ease how I was brought up

Homeless, lookin' at my troubled life

Thinkin' if the grass looks greener on the other side

Youngstar, gimme the beat and let me prove

London city forever, you know I still creep

Ain't no stoppin' me ever, your best move

Live O Ghetto, I rep it with no redemption

Worldwide critics acclaim, I'm big news

Showtime, main event, you can't defeat

Dizzee Ras, not on your Nelly, I can't lose