Hometown

[Intro]

(Sykes)

[Chorus]

On these streets, they watched me grow

On these streets, they watched me grow

On these streets

[Verse 1: Bandokay]

(Band')

The old days were the best, yeah, I know (I know)

We all used to run from the five-O (We did)

Before Headie One days it was heads out, Lil Marni lookin' out to my bro's (Facts)

BC Park used to be the link up, now when we link up, we both gotta let bine go

TG, Somerset line though

I used to run in the hood, it was cool and fine though

Plus I grew up in Tangmere, so its only right I got a bust down tan, G (Tan, G)

I grew up on Rambos, fli— flickies, who would've thought I would've copped me a handy? (Ayy)

'Member seeing pops on the line, now I get shivers when I stand on that street

I lost Josh on a motorbike, pl— plan A was never the plan B

My hometown, that's T, but fuck T (Fuck T, fuck T)

Bruce Grove youth club was the best, always keepin' up with fuckery (Ayy)

Yo, me and bro went halves on a three-five, then I got a bus or cab back home if I'm lucky

SJ could've went pro (Free him), but instead he caught him a duppy

[Chorus]

On these streets, they watched me grow

On these streets, they watched me grow

On these streets

[Verse 2: Kush]

Yo, yo

Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's mad, surrounded by dingers and Glocks

The ends hot, couple man been shot (Baow), I was trendin' some niggas that stopped, I hope that he dropped

O Block, one-seven, it's us, I give all the mandem my trust, they know that it's love

We was dove, had the whites, don't stop when we ride, and we roll with kitchens from mummies, no guns

We started out strong, thirty man, it was long, as time went on, couple man turned soft

But that's how it goes when you grew up in Tottenham

Tried and tested, I deal with my problem

But no lie, I got love for my hometown

I love guns, get money in my hometown

One-seven postcode of my hometown

I won't change, keep it real when it goes down

[Verse 3: Akz]

Ayy, yo

Next generation, they know my name when I get in the station

Know him from Farm, they know I'm a pagan

They know I'm a bad man, ain't writin' statements

Those from T know we not into ravin'

Throwin' up bine if I ever see shaver

They say, "Don't bring no war to a doorstep," but he shot man five minutes from a stay-in

This is our hometown

Where two guns had to be G one time, so I know I can call it the gun town

None of my bros could never get touched, I think I'ma ride 'til the sundown (My bro)

Bro-bro said, "I swear it, wallahi, it's him," then he got shot right next to his hometown

Reppin' the Farm, I ain't throwin' up T's, it ain't gonna end, so I'm throwin' up O's now

[Chorus]

On these streets, they watched me grow

On these streets, they watched me grow

On these streets

[Verse 4: RV]

(RV)

Back then, it was football training, community centre, payin' my stubs

Grown up now and I'm still in the field, but these new boots never come with no studs

I don't roll with man I can't say I could trust (Nope), I gotta know if it's hate or it's love

Who runs the hood? We need to discuss, if we keep it a buck, gotta say that it's us (O)

They say, "Home's where the heart is," I'm like Omarion with the icebox

Fuck Tottenham if it ain't my block, scorin' the opps, them lookin' all white washed (Haha)

They were old friends, now they my opps 'cause they two red eye like cyclops (Red eye)

Lord knows, when will the crime stop? Shaved them back in the side like a high-top (Ching-ching-ching)

[Verse 5: YF]

You know it goes down in my hometown

Used to friends but we just foes now

Rambells, you gotta keep hoes out

Drill man bait, we ain't back any phones out (Nope)

You bam-bam but still get paste

Used to play kicks on the L, now it's showdowns

On the pitch, I'ma shoot on stage, get burned like sage, you don't wanna get blown down

You don't wanna get bunned down like the high road when the feds caught Mark (R.I.P)

Was comin' together, lootin' bare shops and burnin' the cars, it burnt our hearts

'Cah it's all about unity to make some change and go more far (Far)

From time been, makin' it spark, my dogs all bite, but they also bark (Fuck it)

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]

On these streets, they watched me grow

On these streets, they watched me grow

Gang, look

On these streets

[Verse 6: Abra Cadabra]

I grew up in Kitchener Road, that's Phillip Lane, used to go Farm from time to time

Mum said, "Son, don't go to that place, even your cousin's house when it's after nine"

You know I didn't listen, I was just tryna play runouts even if it cost my life (You know)

I was on the block when a opp got (Baow), back then, that street party changed my life

First ever shubs that I stepped in, Tangmere house, year eight, what a fuckin' vibe

I miss them young days, no gunplay, more time, just a kitchen knife

Year seven, me and Bash, should have been in school, instead we was out robbin' motorbikes (Huh?)

From young, bad Badz was my broski even though we had loads of fights

Phillip Lane cage turned me to a soldier, Broadwater Farm turned me to a boss

I was with PK tryna make Rondos, I was with Kush tryna red man's top

Used to have bros on the Lane, if you see me at the Tottenham Stadium now, it's bah

Let me hear a man screamin' out, "Sky," we'll send that straight to the sky

[Verse 7: Kash]

I'm from a block where a fed got killed on (Woo-woo), where the opps get drilled on

In the hood bare frees and RIPs, they lost their member, they still ain't heal from (Nah)

Lordship Lane to the Farm Estate, ask the hometown who run this borough

We used to take trips with guys from the L, now it's trips over there and they're taking cover

And there ain't no love in man's city, is it 'cah I'm up front like Rashford?

Like, ain't gotta run to where it's parked off, come a long way from parked run like Clapham

Had a cell at Nate, so I hit that there, had man from them side, so I clicked that there

Broadwater Farm where I grew in a way, don't try to take a trip, you might end up here

[Chorus]

On these streets, they watched me grow

On these streets, they watched me grow

On these streets

[Verse 8: Headie One]

Kway back it was Alizé, not brandy, twenty man up, Henny up in Tangy

Before I got locked in spots, Lord knows that we had to go bury that handy (Yeah)

And 'member when Bradz was Bradley? (Throwback) And when we called R Dubz Randy? (Throwback)

Nowadays, I think everythin' fancy, but I'm praying on my come up like Lambie

Young boy, I was charged like a battery, bought a shotgun, that was comin' in handy

The pack looking bulky (Suh, suh), had to move beef all in, no Jumanji

I asked the fiends them, what did they fancy?

I hit the roads, I ain't listen to auntie

Grew on the frontstreet, but love the backstreet

So much it got covered in cranberry

Didn't last long, so I fell in for Sanje, tried take him to my spot like acne

HM Nottingham could've been Ranby

'Cah I caught a draw out like Banksy

Sadly, I had a plan A without a plan B

I'm in the penthouse, I'm with a bad B

I'm puttin' apple juice in my brandy

[Chorus]

Watched me grow

Watched me grow

On these streets

Grow

(Sykes)

Watched me grow