Akala - This Is London Lyrics

The place where you find the
Coldest ballers you ever seen
But they locked up or dead
Not in the Premier league
Best kid that I knew turned fiend by 16
It seems things never the way
You see in your dreams
Years past, tears start, kids turn to teens
That sweet child you knew
Grill done turn mean
Daddy left him and reality set
In there's no cream
And it's embarrassing goin' school with
Holes in ya jeans so, you know the cycle
It's little bags of green
Get expelled and sell the world hell by 16
Fuck a couple pristine chicks
That suck dick mean
Couple bottles of cris sipped
And wrists lit mean and it's logical
Lucky niggas do time that's horrible
Catch the flipside and ya
Speak with the oracle it's fucked up yeah
But that's just how it is
And ain't nuttin' on these roads
Gonna change but the clip

This is London black t'ugs bust big slugs
This is London
Give ya fuckin' punks tough love
This is London single mums that pump drugs
This is London, Bruva this is London
(London calling)

The place where it don't matter if
You never sold a shot
Never run up on a nigga
Like "gimme what you got"
Get ya brain sprayed on the pave
In front of the rave
No reason other than niggas is frustrated
So many catching cases over screw faces
And dumb shit like we
Come from different places
London get your shit smoked like a chalice
Same city
Different planet from Buckingham Palacee
Where young t'ugs is clutchin'
Big straps that's Russian
And dyin' to buss it what
The fuck good is discussions?
Where hood rats is sucking any dick
That push a nice somethin'
And them said gyal'a get you
Set like your life's nuthin'
Cause life's nothing that's just how it is
And there ain't nothing on these roads
Gonna change but the clip chorus

The place where you don't fuck with
The Turks or the Asians
Triads, pikey's, even Caucasians
Where them cockney boys will chiv your face
You mug no love, every colour mentality thug
But we take it to a whole 'nother level
Little girls gettin' shot in the
Back is not clever
Never far from the hood, even in the Sticks
Couple wrong turns, get dash out ya whip
By some little skinny kid
Think he big with the chrome
They said he'd be the next Ian Wright but
The skunk said no
In this place, if you work you're an idiot
Most of the smartest motherfuckers illiterate
'Cause tax is a bitch, take half your pension
Just to fight war, now they want congestion
And they wonder why we all goin' insane
This is London
Tell me is your city the same?