Yeah

I'm just gonna tell you what it's like to live here man

Yo

I ain't around no more

Prices got my bank account sore

Hit offi I'm grabbing a 5 pound munch

That's UK culture lore

Investors shutting down all of the spots

Owners heading out those doors

Inflation I'm paying like triple for pints

Listen mate this rounds yours

What

They don't like the sound no more

Old heads ain't got a cronw no more

There ain't no 3 pound meal deal

Poundland ain't a pound no more

Get kicked out those doors wanna come back

You ain't allowed no more

Michael sing how the crowd all pour

Idol rich and the crowd all poor

Algo for the timeline

Done out

Already flooded but cry some more

Act like a good person for the camera but

Do you do it behind closed doors

How we so poor

One of the richest nations around this globe

In the pit with Satan bound to get smoke oi listen

Allow them folks

It's all backwards educations free

But what we paying thousands for

Immigrants we need thousands more

Prime minister sounds like a clown when he talks

Flying the flag what you shouting for

I don't really hang around with your sort

Some man might hate me after this

Go support a team the Sauids bought

They don't wanna do them jobs

But they ain't employed

And they move like slobs

The gov is who they mooch off

Never seen a hard days work never knew what it was

Pint with the lads

Out till late

Make sure the wife hoover and mop

No whip

Scoot to the shop

Ain't got no work

Who is your boss?

Beefing man you came across

Cos of pigmentation loser your soft

All the signs but you didn't clock

Wasteman

Might put a boot to your box

Life full of so many steps that I'm

Ruining my sock if you get that

Move to the front

Ain't slowing down

Soon gonna crash

Who's gonna stop

Guess we were doomed from the jump

And they say don't jump too far

But take a leap of faith

They want you to dash out your card

But you should keep it safe

They tell you nothing is free

Peace of mind's just that

Bro bro told me allow all the rest

Do what I do best and rap

I I come from a country where the system's

Moved to place where

If you look different or don't speak English

You might not get no love

Kid's confused

Thinks he's bad

He ain't no man

Head get banged

Maybe he gets it from his dad

Hates foreigners but then he goes gets a kebab

Can't think clear

It stinks here

And the people all look down

I feel sick

I don't think

We can come back like Yeah

I'm open

I'm hoping

We can make it out of this

It's something

It's nothing

They try tell me but I can't hear