Akala - This Is London lyrics

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 greams 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 bo cream And it's embarra**ing goin' school with holes in ya jeans So you know the cycle, it's little bags of green Get expelled and sell the world hell by 16 f** a couple pristine chicks that s** dick mean Couple bottles of cris sipped and wrist slit mean And it's logical, lucky n***as do time that's horrible Catch the flipside and ya speak with the oracle It's f**ed up yeah, but that's just how it is And ain't nuttin' on these roads gonna change but the clip This is London Black tugs bust big slugs This is London Give ya f**in' punks tough love This is London Single mums dat pump d** This is London, Bruva this is London (London calling...) The place where it don't matter if you never sold a shot Never run up on a n***a like "gimme what you got" Get ya brain sprayed on the pave, in front of the rave No reason other than n***as is frustrated So many catchin' cases over screw faces And dumb sh** like we come from different places London get ya sh** smoked like a chalice Same city, different planet from Buckingham Palacee Where young tugs is clutchin' big straps that's Russian And dyin' to buss it what the f** good is discussions? Where hood rats is s**in' any dick that push a nice sumthin' And them said gyal'a get you set like your life's nuthin' 'Cause life's nuthin' that's just how it is And there ain't nuthin' on these roads gonna change but the clip This is London Black tugs bust big slugs This is London Give ya f**in' punks tough love This is London Single mums dat pump d** This is London, Bruva this is London (London calling...) The place where you don't f** with the Turks or the Asians Triads, pikey's, even Caucasians Where them co*kney 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 muthaf**ers illiterate 'Cause tax is a b**h, take half of ya 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?