[Verse 1]
If you're on this street shit, you would've heard of us
And if your plugs been over chargin', buy your work off us
These rappers talk my name and get the troll to come and stir shit up
They killed my bro by accident, stop talkin' like you're murders
Anyway, you know the plan
Fast motors, loads of gas
Big houses, loads of land
Fly the packs, hope they land
If you're my bro, I'll hold you down
If you're my girl, I'll throw you bags
And when we're out in public don't be tryna fuckin' hold my hand
Got a line, I'll give you bricks
Couple grand, a brick of piff
It's twenty for the dirty
Give me thirty for a brick of sniff
I rap about the realest shit
Hit the booth, give 'em hits
Their shit, domеstic violence
Other words, it's hit and miss
Or tеll 'em turn that bullshit off
The General, I call the shots
Little man behave yourself
Don't make me have to call your boss
Listen I don't need the hype
Tryna live a peaceful life
Have my family eatin' right
And make it out the streets alive
[Chorus]
I was that little white boy on the block, fucked up
Then I grew up, made my money, now I'm all bossed up
In my nice big house, in my big hot tub
This is hard work and God bro, this shits not luck
I went jail for some food and a big shotgun
I got forgot about when they had the kid locked up
The odds was against us, that never stopped us
'Cah we still made it happen and we still prospered

[Verse 2]
It was only right I levelled up, down and out on level one
You was on my level two, like me you'd have your metal tucked
My family done me dirty, plus my bredrin's tried to set me up
My peoples turnin' on me, fuck it that's the shit the devil does
I linked the plug, the Ello bruv, how's your gyal and how's your mum?
How's your kids? ''They're doin' fine''
It's good to hear, now where's the grub?
Grab it, let me check the stuff
I'm dead, but I still get it done
My drivers still on stand-by
Gis' a minute mate, I'll send him up
Then back onto that real shit
Back onto that drill shit
It's survival of the fittest in East London and I feel fit
I'm from where the mandems on that kill or you get killed shit
And girls are on that eat the meal, leave mana' pay the bill shit
All this stress I have to deal with
All this pain I have to deal with
Blud I'm done with life but I just keep on goin' for my children
My survivors guilt has got me feelin' guilty that I'm still here
All the odds were stacked against me but I still went out and killed it
[Chorus]
I was that little white boy on the block, fucked up
Then I grew up, made my money, now I'm all bossed up
In my nice big house, in my big hot tub
This is hard work and God bro, this shits not luck
I went jail for some food and a big shotgun
I got forgot about when they had the kid locked up
The odds was against us, that never stopped us
'Cah we still made it happen and we still prospered