Sway UK - Products lyrics

From the big big big big smoke to the big big big big apple Whether you drink drink drink drink coke or sip sip sip sip Snapple From Capital to capital Im trying to get that capital Until my name's up in bright lights and capitals In the big big big big city, it's a bit bit bit bit crazy Where babies are having babies that grow up and rob old ladies I've been on the hustle daily trying to get rap to pay me Cause working in gap or Sainsbury's ain't gonna get that Mercedes Born in the 80's in London but African raised And I've dreamed of packing them raves Since back in the days, it's dreams In the cla**room banging on tables till the teacher says Derek sit back and behave It seems in my 22 years so much has happened But im still progressing, bank balance going up per annum But when you're doing rapping Charlie Seems to take a shooting or Stabbing to go platinum Charlie I ain't gonna let that happen Charlie Chorus City life I love you Even though the skies are grey I'll never place no place above you People trying to hustle every night and day Some are living the high life Under the bright lights While others get high and throw their life away And every night I pray that I don't go insane And end up just a product of the city It's a bit bit bit bit crazy up in the big big big big smoke If you're a lil lil bit bit lazy you'll end up a lil lil bit bit broke Overseas it seems British folk are known for sniffing coke Being quick witted, and wicked rich and sitting in boats So every time I travel abroad I've got to set the records straight And represent for all the people who can't afford to flipping go I'm just an ordinary bloke amongst all these different strokes Trying to stay afloat without doing a fraud or dealing dope Street lights, street life, all a flipping joke But I've come up a bit, had a good heart that toughened up a bit When I looked in the mirror to kiss the good guy good bye Then exchanged my pucker-up lips for a stiff upper lip Little Rob is jacking, watch him hold'em up with arms Kids are getting k**ed round these sides And certain role models ain't doing jack but holding up their arms And that's just to do peace signs-these times are crazy Chorus No place for the weak Every race is chasing paper seven days of the week And the streets just sound like music Cause kids are recording criminal records- the police are the beat The stakes are high and everybody wants to eat Youths use weapons as ladders to step up on these high streets Equals violence, then comes the violins Then comes the sirens, then comes the silence Life's the best teacher and I'm trying to study hard So I can graduate up into the upper cla** Front line like Queen Latifah in set it off Take notes like a bank robber with a rubber mask Frontline like Chiefer, we take while others ask Duct tape the rap game, rape the pop world Make off take another path, maybe politics No mate don't take that for another laugh Chorus