Products - Sway, El Rae

From the big big big big smoke to the big big big big apple

Whether you drink drink drink drink coke or sip sip sip sip Snapple

From capital to capital Im trying to get that capital

Until my name’s up in bright lights and capitals

In the big big big big city, it’s a bit bit bit bit crazy

Where babies are having babies that grow up and rob old ladies

I’ve been on the hustle daily trying to get rap to pay me

Cause working in gap or Sainsbury’s ain’t gonna get that Mercedes

Born in the 80's in London but African raised

And I’ve dreamed of packing them raves

Since back in the days, it’s dreams

In the classroom banging on tables till the teacher says

''Derek, sit back and behave!''

It seems in my 22 years so much has happened

But I’m still progressing, bank balance going up per annum

But when you’re doing rapping Charlie

Seems to take a shooting or

Stabbing to go platinum Charlie

I ain’t gonna let that happen Charlie

City life I love you

Even though the skies are grey

I’ll never place no place above you

People trying to hustle every night and day

Some are living the high life

Under the bright lights

While others get high and throw their life away

And every night I pray that I don’t go insane

And end up just a product of the city

It’s a bit bit bit bit crazy up in the big big big big smoke

If you’re a lil lil bit bit lazy you’ll end up a lil lil bit bit broke

Overseas it seems British folk are known for sniffing coke

Being quick witted, and wicked rich and sitting in boats

So every time I travel abroad I’ve got to set the records straight

And represent for all the people who can’t afford to flipping go

I’m just an ordinary bloke amongst all these different strokes

Trying to stay afloat without doing a fraud or dealing dope

Street lights, street life, all a flipping joke

But I’ve come up a bit, had a good heart that toughened up a bit

When I looked in the mirror to kiss the good guy good bye

Then exchanged my pucker-up lips for a stiff upper lip

Little Rob is jacking, watch him hold’em up with arms

Kids are getting killed round these sides

And certain role models ain’t doing jack but holding up their arms

And that’s just to do peace signs-these times are crazy

City life I love you

Even though the skies are grey

I’ll never place no place above you

People trying to hustle every night and day

Some are living the high life

Under the bright lights

While others get high and throw their life away

And every night I pray that I don’t go insane

And end up just a product of the city

No place for the weak

Every race is chasing paper seven days of the week

And the streets just sound like music

Cause kids are recording criminal records- the police are the beat

The stakes are high and everybody wants to eat

Youths use weapons as ladders to step up on these high streets

Equals violence, then comes the violins

Then comes the sirens, then comes the silence

Life’s the best teacher and I’m trying to study hard

So I can graduate up into the upper class

Front line like Queen Latifah in Set It Off

Take notes like a bank robber with a rubber mask

Frontline like Chiefer, we take while others ask

Duct tape the rap game, rape the pop world

Make off take another path, maybe politics

No mate don’t take that for another laugh

City life I love you

Even though the skies are grey

I’ll never place no place above you

People trying to hustle every night and day

Some are living the high life

Under the bright lights

While others get high and throw their life away

And every night I pray that I don’t go insane

And end up just a product of the city

Just a product of the city