Grew Up In

[Verse 1: Wiley]

Yeah, I grew up in Bow E-thrizzy

Home of Maniac, home of Tinchy, home of Dizzee

If you don't get it then you're gonna be without

That's why I fly around and make myself busy

Complacent shotta gets robbed for a belly

This shit's going on, but I don't mean telly

When the rain falls, you can't be saved by wellies

A kid walks in, starts waving a semi

Badman, he ain't afraid of any

Expensive watch, now why have I got it?

Furthermore, fuck that, I'mma shot it

You know why, blood? Cause I don't want it

Go and look a next property, swap it

I deal with change in a pattern

Too many girls buy jewellery in Hatton

New generation's here, what you saying?

We're gonna see when I pass you the baton

[Verse 2: Stormzy]

I grew up in south west London, home of the brave

Home to the roadside Gs, So Solid UK

Be loud and clear when you're calling my name

Shut down the club, live show then I cut, I'm the lord of the rave

From a place where your big bad brother can't save you

Where the olders are washed and the young Gs out on the blocky want grief

Get out of my seat, what the fuck did you bring to the table?

From a place where they think that you're rich if you ever get signed to a label

Last night, I fell asleep with the engine running

Kick down your door, then my bredrin's running

I don't like that yout, I don't care who's bunning

I don't know that yout, don't care about your cousin

Got a photoshoot, whole ends is coming, rudeboy, you ain't got enough class

Your boy's on form this year, fall back, you ain't got enough bars

20 man deep on a night out, buy out the bar, you ain't got enough staff

Told man don't even talk too much, but you talk too much, all you niggas just bark

[Verse 3: Solo 45]

Yo, Broadwater Farm shooters, I'm one of them

I lost my dollar if you ever try one of us

Ain't shot a nigga in ages still

Someone try it, I need some practice

Signed to Island, now I've gotta ‘llow it

Ten man [?] cool, I've got it

I'm a free spirit, bore with no limit

On my young Wiley with it

I like money, I love money

Man, fuck your three girls, get your wallet out

I spend your last month's wages cabbing about

I'll sleep on a plane, too much money about

[?] minor, I'm up and I'm out

Money, bruv, it's money

Super Sega Level 9000, nigga

Have a drink and will man 'llow me, nigga? Rudeboy

I fucking love these groupies, nigga

But I love the money more, you feel me nigga?

Super Sega Level 9000, nigga

Have a drink and will man 'llow me, nigga? Rudeboy

I fucking love these groupies, nigga

But I love the money more, you feel me nigga?