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, domestic violence Other words, it's hit and miss Or tell '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 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 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 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 I'm from the heart of the East end I swim with the sharks in the deep end I'm in the bando right now playin' Russian Roulette with my freedom I fell in love with the feelin' of bussin' my gun And revengin' the mugs that I beef with I fell in love with the feelin' of makin' this money And seein' my loved ones all eatin' The feelings amazing, I can't believe that I made it I shed blood, sweat and tears on these pavements Just to put smiles on my children's faces I didn't rap then but I still felt famous 'Cause anywhere I went, man knew who I was The Albo's and Africans knew who I was The Asians, the Mali's, the Irish, the Yardie's The Chinese and Bengali's, they all knew who I was That's nothin' but facts, uppin' the plug for these packs Way before Fumez The Engineer, the city was plugged in with man The city was plugged in with me, I had the hood flooded with weed I was doin' like hundred a week My competition couldn't compete with me and my prices They would've had to sell weed for free Killed it, made a killin' and I give it to my children Not entitled to a room in my buildin' Unless you were there with me helpin' me build it Life throws L's at me but I still win I iced out the man that I chill with And do good things for my people like your favourite rapper does The only difference is I don't film it 'Cause they do anything for clout And it's killin' my people 'Cause they do anything for clout And it's killin' my people 'Cause they do anything for clout And it's killin' my people 'Cause they do anything for clout And it's killin' my people And it's killin' my people