Graftin’

Lyrics

[INTRO] So what d'you think you know 'bout London city now aye What'cha think you know ? Big Ben tells the time (stand up, stand up) Above the London roads that hold the grime (the grime) Young hustlers we graft all the time Non stop UK wot [BACKGROUND] East London, ghetto, west London, ghetto, north London ghetto, south London East London, ghetto, west London, ghetto, north London ghetto, south London [VERSE 1] Yo as I hustle in the city for a paper stack Lord knows I got the devil on ma back It's a cold world, I gotta stay on track Dog eat dog, others gain if you lack In the LDN, where I learn to attract Clientele, I can show you where it's at First things first, get a plot 'n' a flat Next up, get a black hoodie and a hat Living in the big brother's camera view Keep an eye out for the boys in blue Straight 5 years, getting caught, that's you Sitting in a cell, still wondering who Couldn't keep quiet, now you're on a diet Mash potatoes, cauliflower and stew Pissed off with not a lot to do And the word on the street don't ever seem new And none of it don't ever seem true Endless hype, who do you believe? And will it relieve the loneliness at night (You) Remain deceived if you're convinced it might You know full well what the streets are like Few more Merc's, couple more ranges Other than that, not a lot else changes [Chorus] Sky looks grey in London city We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly Sky looks grey in London city We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly [VERSE 2] I used to roll money up against the wall Never did wanna play hopscotch Now I'm pinnacle parking, laughing 'Cos I'm dark in a white man's cotch And I've been doing this since Tamagotch' I G.I. Joe anybody in my face, invadin' my space I'll klingon star, bring it on star, WATCH! By the end of the hours on the clock, I'll end your days You'll think I'm crazed when I give you the midnight rock End of sentence...full stop Now what you gonna say about that I'll put all your plans on lock Make you put all your mans on the spot I'm totally everything that you're not I'm totally mad, you've lost the plot To even consider getting me got Carried off to a hospital block in shock On the table, ready to operate, never mate I dictate and delegate, who's heavyweight I'm king of the ring, make moves in any state LDN we do our thing [Chorus] Sky looks grey in London city We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly Sky looks grey in London city We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly Damn right, yeah Young hustlers, London city stand up I'm a show you, its gritty out ere Yeah man serious... I swear to you, it ain't all teacups (nah man) Up in Buckingham Palace (nah man) I'm a show you how gritty it is out here (yeah man) Serious You gonna know You gonna understand It's Dizzee Rascal solo I'm ere, what Ghetto UK stand up Dizzee Raas gi' us a bell or suttin' I'm about... I swear to you...