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 the

Capital to capital

I'm 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 gunna get that

Mercedes born in the eighties in

London but

African raised

And I've dreamed of packing those 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 gunna let that happen

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 lives away

And every night

I pray that

I don't go insane

And end up just another 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 gotta set the records straight

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

I'm just an ordinary bloke amoungst all these different strokes

Trying to stay afloat without doing no fraud or dealing d**e

Street lights

Street life

All a flipping joke

But I've come up a bit

Had a good heart that toughened up a bit

Look in the mirror kissed the good guy good bye

Then exchanged my pucker up lips for a stiff upper lip

Little rob's 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

No place for the weak every race is chasing paper seven days of the week

And the streets just sound like music

'Cause kids care recording criminal records the police are the beat

The steaks 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 in a rubber mask

Frontline like

Chiefa we take while others ask

Duct tape the rap game

R**e the pop world

Make off take another path

Maybe politics