"Intro - How It Begun" lyrics
(Sam's beats, baby)
Yeah, Lord
South side of London, yeah that's where my team stay
Used to loaf round the manor, on our crime all day
It's still me, Skull and Trey, trailers on the estate
Scorches down the way, still we all tapped in
Same old shifts looking out for the unders
We were like 20 deep 'til we cut down the numbers
Can't afford to get nicked so I'm staying with my humble bud
Don't level up like Franklin and his uncle Dunn
Seen some issues round the ends, but nothing crazy though
Trey already done a sit down, how he made it blow
Should I trust him? Put a 20 on a scratch I pray I must win
Now I'm bopping pockets empty to my girl's crib
Said I forgot the eggs and milk but I got the riz
I know she ever say it's you like that and me like this
She like a broken record been tryna remove the diss
Yeah, look, still in the cycle
A bagging up grub, chatting shit and pressing rivals
Just turned 22, been warring with my mum, she said I need to change soon
That's why I need the golden drop, need a super mood
So I can come back to the ends on a super groove
Like here mum, and there's still another 10 for you
I ain't forget at all, still cherish everything
I'm faithful for the ups and downs, god-damn else helped me win
Helped you grow, cause if you've never been low
When you're tryna reach the top you need that hunger in your soul
And it ain't nothing you can just buy
Believe me, think I even checked online
Perceive me, how you want but I'm my own guy
And yeah I dabble in the music, but that's part-time
But last year shit been giving me a hard time
Either you love it or you hate it, flow's my man
School days I've done it all, from punch-ups to kicking ball
Scooping with me from the start, true general
Used to skip Mrs. Heather's class to go act a fool
Like where's all the pretty ones? Pulling skirt and pinching bums
But we moving up, sooner this the memory
I'm tryna have the three of us all living heavenly
Skull been saying, "Fuck the drugs", his phone's getting slow
And Trey's been tryna line the punk and clean him out his gold
And I've been here, just weighing up my options
The grind ain't nice, but will it get me out my problems?
And I've been here, just weighing up my options
The grind ain't nice, but will it get me out my problems?
Yeah, Lord
South side of London, yeah that's where my team stay
Used to loaf round the manor, on our crime all day
It's still me, Skull and Trey, trailers on the estate
Scorches down the way, still we all tapped in
Same old shifts looking out for the unders
We were like 20 deep 'til we cut down the numbers
Can't afford to get nicked so I'm staying with my humble bud
Don't level up like Franklin and his uncle Dunn
Seen some issues round the ends, but nothing crazy though
Trey already done a sit down, how he made it blow
Should I trust him? Put a 20 on a scratch I pray I must win
Now I'm bopping pockets empty to my girl's crib
Said I forgot the eggs and milk but I got the riz
I know she ever say it's you like that and me like this
She like a broken record been tryna remove the diss
Yeah, look, still in the cycle
A bagging up grub, chatting shit and pressing rivals
Just turned 22, been warring with my mum, she said I need to change soon
That's why I need the golden drop, need a super mood
So I can come back to the ends on a super groove
Like here mum, and there's still another 10 for you
I ain't forget at all, still cherish everything
I'm faithful for the ups and downs, god-damn else helped me win
Helped you grow, cause if you've never been low
When you're tryna reach the top you need that hunger in your soul
And it ain't nothing you can just buy
Believe me, think I even checked online
Perceive me, how you want but I'm my own guy
And yeah I dabble in the music, but that's part-time
But last year shit been giving me a hard time
Either you love it or you hate it, flow's my man
School days I've done it all, from punch-ups to kicking ball
Scooping with me from the start, true general
Used to skip Mrs. Heather's class to go act a fool
Like where's all the pretty ones? Pulling skirt and pinching bums
But we moving up, sooner this the memory
I'm tryna have the three of us all living heavenly
Skull been saying, "Fuck the drugs", his phone's getting slow
And Trey's been tryna line the punk and clean him out his gold
And I've been here, just weighing up my options
The grind ain't nice, but will it get me out my problems?
And I've been here, just weighing up my options
The grind ain't nice, but will it get me out my problems?
Writer(s): Alvin Childs
