This is London

[Intro] London City [Verse 1] The place where you find the coldest ballers you ever seen But they locked up or dead not in the Premier league Best kid that I knew turned fiend by 16 It seems things never the way you see in your dreams Years past, tears start, kids turn to teens That sweet child you knew, grill done turn mean Daddy left him and reality set in there's no cream And it's embarrassing goin' school with holes in your jeans So, you know the cycle, it's little bags of green Get expelled and sell the world hell by 16 Fuck a couple pristine chicks that suck dick mean Couple bottles of Cris sipped and wrists lit mean And it's logical, lucky niggas do time that's horrible Catch the flipside and ya speak with the oracle It's fucked up yeah, but that's just how it is And ain't nuttin' on these roads gonna change but the clip [Chorus] This is London Black tugs bust big slugs This is London Give ya fuckin' punks tough love This is London Single mums that pump drugs This is London, bruva this is London (London calling...) [Verse 2] The place where it don't matter if you never sold a shot Never run up on a nigga like, "Gimme what you got!" Get ya brain sprayed on the pave, in front of the rave No reason other than niggas is frustrated So many catching cases over screw faces And dumb shit like we come from different places London get your shit smoked like a chalice Same city, different planet from Buckingham Palacee Where young t'ugs is clutchin' big straps that's Russian And dyin' to buss it what the fuck good is discussions? Where hood rats is sucking any dick that push a nice somethin' And them said gyal'a get you set like your life's nuthin' 'Cause life's nothing that's just how it is And there ain't nothing on these roads gonna change but the clip [Chorus] This is London Black tugs bust big slugs This is London Give ya fuckin' punks tough love This is London Single mums that pump drugs This is London, bruva this is London (London calling...) [Verse 3] The place where you don't fuck with the Turks or the Asians Triads, pikey's, even Caucasians Where them cockney boys will chiv your face, you mug No love, every colour mentality thug But we take it to a whole 'nother level Little girls gettin' shot in the back is not clever Never far from the hood, even in the Sticks Couple wrong turns, get dash out ya whip By some little skinny kid, think he big with the chrome They said he'd be the next Ian Wright but The skunk said no In this place, if you work you're an idiot Most of the smartest motherfuckers illiterate 'Cause tax is a bitch, take half your pension Just to fight war, now they want congestion And they wonder why we all goin' insane This is London, tell me is your city the same?