[Chorus: Dappy]
I've never had love for the feds but I've always had love for my slum
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So all my people in the slum, put your hands up (Brap!)
See it never used to come that easy
And I was just slidin' my way
I dunno how I did it, but I will carry on 'til the die that I day
[Verse 1: Dappy]
I ain't gonna lie (Yeah), mama tried the best to bring me up right
Guess it never worked, she always cries
I was well involved in crime (Yeah) from the age of nine
Music got me find of famous, now they want a piece of pie
Blud, I'm blowin' up the scene, but I dunno where my bed is (No)
I smoke so much weed 'cause I dunno where my head is
I might have some fame but I'm still low on credit (Credit)
Management love the money, someone tell me where my bread is
I come across a lot of rich kids that die to be thugs (Huh?)
But I don't understand them, they're very, very loved
They don't wake up in the mornin' to see man pipin' dubs
Or have to worry about the goons with the .38 snubs (Brap!)
You got too much to lose (Lose), you're in a great position (Yeah)
How can you be hood if my whole frickin' flat is smaller than your kitchen? (Oh)
You wouldn't last a minute where I'm from, you'd go missin'
So appreciate what you've got 'cause, with that I'm still wishin' (Brap)
I've never had love for the feds but I've always had love for my slum
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So all my people in the slum, put your hands up (Brap!)
See it never used to come that easy
And I was just slidin' my way
I dunno how I did it, but I will carry on 'til the die that I day
[Verse 1: Dappy]
I ain't gonna lie (Yeah), mama tried the best to bring me up right
Guess it never worked, she always cries
I was well involved in crime (Yeah) from the age of nine
Music got me find of famous, now they want a piece of pie
Blud, I'm blowin' up the scene, but I dunno where my bed is (No)
I smoke so much weed 'cause I dunno where my head is
I might have some fame but I'm still low on credit (Credit)
Management love the money, someone tell me where my bread is
I come across a lot of rich kids that die to be thugs (Huh?)
But I don't understand them, they're very, very loved
They don't wake up in the mornin' to see man pipin' dubs
Or have to worry about the goons with the .38 snubs (Brap!)
You got too much to lose (Lose), you're in a great position (Yeah)
How can you be hood if my whole frickin' flat is smaller than your kitchen? (Oh)
You wouldn't last a minute where I'm from, you'd go missin'
So appreciate what you've got 'cause, with that I'm still wishin' (Brap)
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