Grew up in Camberwell and Peckham
Southwark boroughs what im repping
Man get kicked up just like tekken
Talking like u bang straps don’t lie bredrin
Bs round here won’t slide bredrin
In beef u run and u hide bredrin
My mandem do glides my friend
Hit west end then cut tru ends
Might link max in the blocks again
Man came true with a plot again
To get in pees we’re not broke like them
We hit flavours they hit blem
Yhh I can spit but I don’t mean flem
Mans got bars that’ll buss tru heads
My bars come hard like crack and pebs
But back to the pees fam I’m getting in bread
Stacks so high woulda it went
To Amsterdam to puff that stench
A man got splashed got left all drenched
Back in the day fam the beef was ments
Mans seen things that will f*** with slep
Fam I mean sleep it’s a f******g mess x3
Man come true and I’m looking all fresh
Man walked irn with the nikey creps
Sharp trim smooth skin looking all yes
I look good got me feeling all blessed
N****s wanna try put me to the test
Little do they know that I’ll leave him stressed I’ll season his head pls believe I’m dread x2
Don’t talk wass rudeboy you’re wet
Yh I’m from the ghetto but my name ain’t ghetts
Man used to trap fam send two texts
But I jumped off now I’m moving correct
Back in the day I was moving to skets
This one ucked me which ones next x2
That one there’s looking 10 outta 10 x2
But she could never be my girlfriend x2

I grew up in
South London where tings got bums
And where u can grab the sweetest slush
Or on a darker note a man might just jump out and back that snub
Inflict pain like razor bumps
Drop that sqr you’re due to get bumped
Real g’s round ere u can’t be no chump
Chat wass on snap mans holding tumps
Now he’s got a coco heads got bumps
N****s wanna act but they ain’t on stuff
I always look criss can’t call me a cruff
Man knows bruddas who be moving sniff
And ones that 9-5 it then cut
Some in a flashy whip
Some on a bus
Rudeboy mind your head don’t get buss
Them man poofs like magic stuff
Stop talking like u roll wid a pump
You’re too pumped of that f******g skunk
I stay on top suin like bunk bed and
Gyalie got a back bigger than a car trunk
Beef me fam you’re moving nuts
Blud I wish a nigga would suin like tree trunk
I’ll kick a man up like kid trunks
Might catch me on swizzy south with tunks
Might catch me on sway with Max
Or in lei with frank and dat
Bros in beef that beef I back
Creep creep in the night time suin like bats
Man get collased widda baseball bat
Anyway back to the good vibes and that
Bbq settings big zoot and that
Everyone flex to a tion track
Old school might do a migraine skank
I don’t wanna hear bout your rassclart shank

Opps keep talking this and that?
I care if girls look piff and that x2