Lyrics

[Intro] (That's Chucks) [Verse 1: Central Cee & Lil Bro] Lil Bro, the roads ain't for you What you wanna be when you're older? Cee, I wanna be a drug dealer Go country and build a phone up Lil bro, you must be jokin' How many man in the can turned culprit? School ain't for me Yeah, I hear that, but hold it, just don't lose focus "You must have a dream or somethin'?" He just shrugged his shoulders Mumsy's broke, you know this So I soon go O for the olders Like Cench, put man on I wanna get P's like you, I'm involved I don't mind flyin' on— You're a young boy, everything glitter ain't gold For this life I lived, the chance is slim to make it rich Slept in the bando days on end, and it weren't the way to live Shortcuts where? Take the stairs, no handouts, no takin' lifts Pigs bag bro with pebs, KMT like Drake and Giggs [Chorus: Central Cee & Lil Bro] Look, bro, I know how it gets Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle But you gotta get fed I'm hittin' the road instead I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead I thought the roads was cool as a young boy It's not though, I got mislead Look, bro, I know how it gets Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle But you gotta get fed I'm hittin' the road instead I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead Uh, I thought the roads was cool as a young boy It's not though, I got mislead [Verse 2: Central Cee & Lil Bro] If a man hops out of the ride with a knife Same size as your thigh, gotta fear for your life The yutes ain't thinking twice, the violence here gets normalised A lot of the time, it's only rap, but I gotta talk sometimes I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the trap, I just can't glorify it You know what, Cench? The fuck do you mean? Fuck your motivational speech I see you shinin' out of the ends When's the last time you been in the streets? You don't even know, I got my bros And when it gets peak, they back my beef And just 'cause you made it and got famous That don't mean that it could be me Bro, watch your tone, you're movin' mad Drop that pride when you chat to man Fuck the street, might frame you in I'll tell you straight and say how it is I'll tell you once, won't say it again So use your brain and take me in Same man that will back your beef Same ones that sends statements in I've seen that shit, shit go left, they'll leave man quick Get some bread, they'll start to scheme Go to jail, they'll beat man's chick I hope this shit this make you reconsider the lifestyle that you chose to live Huh, trust, we've all got options, it's London City, not Compton Let's be honest, you could've went college I get that your mumsy's an alcoholic It's been ten years that your pops ain't hollered But trust me, dog, that's no excuse Best use that hunger to your advantage I know that you're smart, but you disregard it I know that you feel like you're grown already But don't be silly, your life just started [Chorus: Central Cee & Lil Bro] Look, bro, I know how it gets Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle But you gotta get fed I'm hittin' the road instead I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead I thought the roads was cool as a young boy It's not though, I got mislead Look, bro, I know how it gets Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle But you gotta get fed I'm hittin' the road instead I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead Uh, I thought the roads was cool as a young boy It's not though, I got mislead