Grew Up In - Wiley, Stormzy, Solo 45

Yeah, I grew up in Bow E-thrizzy

Home of Maniac, home of Tinchy, home of Dizzee

If you don’t get it then you’re gonna be without

That’s why I fly around and make myself busy

Complacent shotta gets robbed for a belly

This shit’s going on, but I don’t mean telly

When the rain falls, you can’t be saved by wellies

A kid walks in, starts waving a semi

Badman, he ain’t afraid of any

Expensive watch, now why have I got it?

Furthermore, fuck that, I’m a shot it

You know why, blood?

Cause I don’t want it

Go and look a next property, swap it

I deal with change in a pattern

Too many girls buy jewellery in Hatton

New generation’s here, what you saying?

We’re gonna see when I pass you the baton

I grew up in south west London, home of the brave

Home to the roadside Gs, So Solid UK

Be loud and clear when you’re calling my name

Shut down the club, live show then I cut, I’m the lord of the rave

From a place where your big bad brother can’t save you

Where the olders are washed and the young Gs out on the block who want grief

Get out of my seat, what the fuck did you bring to the table?

From a place where they think that you’re rich if you ever get signed to a label

Last night, I fell asleep with the engine running

Kick down your door, then my bredrin’s running

I don’t like that yout, I don’t care who

I don’t know that yout, don’t care about your cousin

Got a photoshoot, whole ends is coming, rudeboy, you ain’t got enough class

Your boy’s on form this year, fall back, you ain’t got enough bars

20 man deep on a night out, buy out the bar, you ain’t got enough staff

Man don’t even talk to you much, but you talk too much, all you niggas just bark