Graftin'

So, what you thinkin' about London City, ay?

What you think you know?

Big Ben tells the time

Stand up, yeah

Above the London roads the holy ground, grind

Young hustlers, we graft all the time non-stop, UK war

Maybe I'll find you there for myself (you hear me)

You know what I'm sayin'?

Yo, as I hustle in the city for a paper stack

Lord knows, I got the devil on my back

It's a cold world, l gotta stay on track

Dog eat dog, others gain if you lack

In the LDN where I learnt to attract

Clacka, I can show you where it's at

First things first, get a block and a flat

Next up, get a black hoodie in a hat

Livin' in the Big Brother's cameras' view

Keep an eye out for the boys in blue

Straight five years gettin' caught, that's you

Sittin' in the cell still wondering who

Couldn't keep quiet, now you on a diet

Mash potato, cauliflower and stew

Pissed off with not a lot to do

And the word on the street don't ever seem new

And none of it will ever seem true

Endless hype, who do you believe?

Will it relieve the loneliness at night?

Remain deceived if you're convinced it might

You know for well, what the streets are like

Few more Mercs, couple more Rangers

Other than that not a lot else changes

Sky looks grey in London City

We stay graftin' 'cause we're gritty

Hustle, hustle constantly

Hustle, hustle constantly

Sky looks grey in London City

We stay graftin' 'cause we're gritty

Hustle, hustle constantly

Hustle, hustle constantly

I used to roll money up against the wall

Never did wanna play hopscotch

Now I'm pennyhole parkin', laughin'

'Cause I'm back in the white man's clutches

And I've been doin' this since Tamagotch

I G.I Joe any boy in my face

Invadin' my space or cling on the stuff

Bring it on star, watch