This Is London

The place where ya find the coldest
 ballers you ever seen,
 but they locked up or dead, not in the
 premier league,
 best kid that I knew turned feind by 16,
 it seems things never the way you see in ya
 dreams,
 years past, tears start, kids turn to teens,
 that sweet child you knew, grill dun 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 wrist slit 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 aint nuttin' on these roads gonna change but the clip,
 Chorus
 This is London,
 black tugs bust big slugs,
 This is London,
 give ya fuckin' punks tough love,
 This is London,
 single mums dat 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 catchin cases, over screw faces,
 And dumb shit, like we come from different places,
 London, get ya shit smoked like a chalice,
 Same city, different planet, from
 Buckingham Palace,
 Where young tugs is clutchin' big straps
 that's Russian,
 And dyin' to buss it, what the fuck good is
 discussions?
 Where hood rats is suckin, any dick that
 push a nice sumthin',
 And them said gyal'a get you set like ya
 life's nuthin',
 Coz life's nuthin', that's just how it is,
 And there ain't nuthin 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 muthafuckers
 illiterate,
 Coz tax is a bitch, take half of ya 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?
 Chorus