Well, I grew up in the land of the sinners
Home of the brave, bold, and the winners
Oh, what I'd do to go back to winter
05 Chicken chips for a dinner
You drive about with your mates in the ringer
You're selling weed to make your pocket money bigger
The Old Bill are always locking up my niggas
The white boys nicking bikes to make figures
Yep, growing up in East London, sunny East London
Charting eggs at the corner of the junction, corner of the junction
Running from the Old Bill and the junctions, no, we don't trust 'em
Yo, growing up in East London, that's what I'm talking about
On the corner and waiting for conundrums
Every day, every day was a laugh
The lads jumping in the docks for a bath
All nighters in the blocks at the weekend
We live once, who cares about sleeping?
We used to huddle 'cause we didn't have heating
I left my mum's, I was tired of the beatings
We miss Tommy, all of us are still grieving
Can't wait for the day we meet him
Jump on a train down to Southend
25 Young men all at their wits end
We're all in it for the love of shenanigans
In PRU units and anger management
It was 40 pence for a bus
Still, the lads jump on the back with no fuss
We're jogging home to get changed
To kick the football about in the cage, yeah
Growing up in East London, sunny East London
Charting eggs at the corner of the junction, corner of the junction
Running from the Old Bill and the junctions
No, we don't trust 'em, boy, they're
Growing up in East London, on the corner and waiting for conundrums
Said I grew up in the land of the sinners
Home of the brave, bold, and the winners
Oh, what I'd do to go back to winter
05 Chicken chips for a dinner
You drive about with your mates in the ringer
You're selling weed to make your pocket money bigger
The Old Bill are always locking up my niggas
Got the lads sleeping on London pillars, yeah
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
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