6 Million Stories Foreign Beggars (Ft. Bangzy, Bionic (London Posse), Kae Tempest & Scott Garcia)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Life in the fridge
Bruv, that's what's going on, mate
It's cold out here, you get me

[Verse 1]
London town, how much I rate you
Number one spot, they run a rush to fake you
Never really know where she wants to take you
Cold-hearted bitch, I love and hate you
The city where the grind equates to knife crime
In spates they buy time, draw they blinds, and stay cool
On the street cameras that peep the madness
The pressure's non-stop, we releasing stanzas
So many closed doors, cause we open-minded
These bright city lights 'cause some folks are blinded
They raped out what the rain clouds are lined with
High-rise flats for the rich to hide in
Safe way above our concrete plots, the real peak
Wonder what she'd have to say if our walls could speak
Things you maybe couldn't perceive with skewed vision
Six million stories to tell but who's listening?

[Bridge]
(It's a London thing)
(It's a London thing)