Chip - Proud lyrics

[Intro: Wretch 32] Regardless if we're young, we're still spraying [Verse 1: Wretch 32] Growing my hair, getting my power back On a Samson vibe up from a shower cap Now I cut my hair 'bout three times a week Growing up I sat down for half an hour plaits Them times I wasn't too fussed about the shape-up Suit wasn't tapered, the roof might be taped up Nowadays I jump in a coupe, the roof's raised up Funny how this is a disgrace to how I was raised up See, I used to watch my mother scrape the pennies Now my pennies replaced with Fendi Still a hole in my jeans, but now it's trendy I used to follow their lead but now I'm trending Reminiscing on them days Wretchy didn't need P Playing kiss chase, they didn't wanna kiss me Funny how success can define greed When I was on my face, I found it easier to sleep £5.99 for my bag for school The other day I saw a girl with Louis bag and shoes As the world spins, we're getting blinded by the wind We was wearing Wallaby's, now they're wearing Timbs Used to make my ringtone, now I make my rings Devil's wearing Prada, yeah, we're paying for our sins And I ain't even saying Totty's gonna take the league But as long as I'm throwing up a T, we're gonna win [Hook: Chip] I'm proud to say I grew around k**ers See, my mother never raised me To be anyone's dinner around here, round here, round here You can lose your life round here Ain't too many ways out round here Around here, around here Around here [Verse 2: Young Spray] One thing about Spray, you know we ain't fronting And if I had another chance, I wouldn't change nothing I'd still be on the block with the same something And if I got a problem, I'd still say something I miss back in the day, when the game wasn't Taken so seriously, we just stayed buzzing Walking home from school, me and my bait cousin We never had no tool because it weren't that Give me my innocent years back Let me begin again, I'll sin again Still end up on that island just like Gilligan Asking the lord why they k**ed my friend Mummy raised a good boy, the streets raised a bad one Grew up in the hood, boy, a dad, I never had one No excuses but I'm mad I never had one Cause on her own, how could Mummy cope with her bad son? I'm representing children on an estate Where your enemy used to be your best mate Where every day could be your d**h day We're just left with what's left, mate Why's it gotta be this way? I keep asking Why's it's gotta be this way? I don't wanna feel this pain I need answers, I don't wanna feel this rain [Hook: Chip] I'm proud to say I grew around k**ers See, my mother never raised me To be anyone's dinner around here, round here, round here You can lose your life round here Ain't too many ways out round here Around here, around here Around here [Outro: Chip] I grew around k**ers I grew around k**ers