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lirik lagu bandokay, abra cadabra & headie one - hometown

[intro]
sykes

[chorus]
on these streets they watched me grow
on these streets they watched me grow
on these streets

[verse 1: bandokay]
(band’)
the old days were the best, yeah i know (i know)
we all used to run from the five~o (we did)
before headie one days it was heads out
lil marni lookin’ out to my bro’s (facts)
[?] party’s used to be the link up now when we link up we both gotta let bang go
tj summers don’t lie tho’
i used to run in the hood they used to call it find [?]
plus i grew up in tangmere
[?] gotta bust sometimes, g
i grew up on rambo’s
fli~fl!ckies, who would’ve thought would’ve copped me a handy?
‘member pops on the line, now i get shivers when i stand on that street
i lost josh on a motorbike
plan a was never the plan b
my hometown likes t but f~ck t (f~ck t, f~ck t)
bruce [?], youth club was the best, always keepin’ up with f~ckery, yo
me and bro went halves on a .35
then i got a bus or cab back home from lucky
sj could’ve went pro (free ’em), but instead he caught him a duppy
[chorus]
on these streets they watched me grow
on these streets they watched me grow
on these streets

[verse 2: kush & akz]
yo, yo
tottenham, i was raised in the block, that’s manchester
surrounded by dingers and glocks
the ends hot, couple man been shot
i was fiendin’ some n~ggas that stuck, to hope that he dropped
old block, one~seven, it’s us
i give all the mandem my trust, they know that it’s love
i was doing it for the whites don’t stop wit’ me
got me ridin’ with bro with kitchens from mummy (no guns)
started out strong, thirty man, it was long
as time went on couple man turned soft
but that’s how it goes when you grew up in tottenham
tried and tested, i [?]
but no lie i got love for my hometown
i love guns, get money in my hometown
one~seven postcode of my hometown
i walked g’s get real when it goes down (ay, yo)

[verse 3: akz]
next generation, they know my name when i get in the station
know man from farm, they know i’m a paigon
know i’m a bad man, ain’t writin’ statements
those from t [?] rave
goin’ up [?] if i ever see [?]
say, “don’t bring no war to doorstep”
man shot man five minutes from a stay~in
this is our hometown where two guns had to be g one times
so i know i can call it the gun town
none of my bros can never get touched
i think i’ma ride ’til the sundown (my bro)
bro~bro said, “i swear, wallahi it’s him”
then he got shot right next to his hometown
reppin’ the farm, i ain’t throwin’ up t’s
it ain’t gonna end so i’m throwin’ up o’s now
[chorus]
on these streets they watched me grow
on these streets they watched me grow
on these streets

[verse 4: rv]
(rv)
back then it was football trainer
community center playin’ my subs
grown up now and i’m still in the field
but this new b~tch never come with no starter
i don’t roll with man i can’t say i could trust (nope)
i gotta know if it’s hate or it’s love
who runs the hood? we need to discuss
if we keep it a buck, gotta say that it’s us (oh)
they say, “home’s where the heart is”
i’m like amari on with the icebox
f~ck tottenham if it ain’t my block
scorin’ the opps, them lookin’ all white washed (haha)
they were old friends, now they my opps
‘cah the two red eye like cyclops (bredda)
lord knows when will the crime stop
shaved them back in the side like a high~top (ching~ching~ching)

[verse 5]
you know god’s down in my hometown
used to friends, boy, we just foes now
rambells, you gotta keep hoes out
drill man bake, won’t back any phones out
you bam~bam but still get paste
used to play kicks on the l, now it’s showdowns
on the pitch, i’ma shoot on stage, get bunned like sage, you don’t wanna get blown down
you don’t wanna get bunned down like the high road when the feds called mark
was comin’ together, lootin’ bare shops and burnin’ the cars, [?] better
‘cah it’s all about unity to make some change and go more far (far)
from time been makin’ it spark
my dogs all bite but they also bark (f~ck it)
[chorus]
on these streets they watched me grow
on these streets they watched me grow
on these streets

[verse 6: abra cadabra]
gang, look
i grew up in kitchen, a road that’s phillip lane
used to go farm from time to time
mum said, “son, don’t go to that place even your cousin’s house when it’s after nine”
you know i didn’t listen, i was just tryna play runouts
even if it cost my life (you know)
i was on the block when a opp got (poh)
back then that street party changed my life
first ever shows that i stepped in
[?] house, ey, what a f~ckin’ vibe
i miss them young days, no gunplay
more time just a kitchen knife
year 7 me and [?], should have been in school, instead we was out robbin’ motorbikes (huh?)
from young bad [?] was my broski, even tho’ we had loads of fights
phillip lane cage turned me to a soldier
broadwater farm turned me to a boss
i was with pk tryna make rondos
i was with kush tryna red man’s top
used to have bro’s that were lame n~ggas
see me at the tottenham stage and now it’s bah
let me hear a man screamin’ out, “skah, skah”
we’ll send that straight to the sky

[verse 7]
i’m from a block where a fed got k!lled on (wo~wo)
where the opps get drilled from
in the hood bare freezin’
r.i.p’s they lost their member they still ain’t heal from
north [?] to the farm estate, asked the hometown, “who run this borough?”
we used to take trips with guys from the l, now it’s trips over there and they’re taking cover
and there ain’t no love in man’s city, is it ‘cah i’m up front like rashford?
like, ain’t gotta run to where it’s parked off
come a long way from parked [?]
had a cell, got nicked, so i hit that there
her man from dem sides so i cl!cked that there
broadwater farm where i grew in a way try take a trip you might end up

[chorus]
on these streets they watched me grow
on these streets they watched me grow
on these streets

[verse 8: headie one]
[?] it was [?] not brandy
twenty man up and they up [?]
before i got locked in spots
lord knows we had to go bury that handy (yeah)
‘member when brads was bradley? (throwback)
and when we called r dubz randy? (throwback)
nowadays i think everythin’ fancy
but i’m praying on my come up like [?]
young boy i was charged like a battery
bought a shotgun, that was comin’ in handy
pat like i’m bulky (suh, suh)
had to move beef [?] no jumanji
i asked the fiends ‘dem “what do they fancy?”
i hit the roads, i ain’t listen to auntie
growin’ up frontstreet but love the backstreet
so much it got covered in cranberry
didn’t last long so i fell in for sanje
tried take him to my spot like acne
hm nottingham could’ve been ranby
‘cah i caught a draw out like banksy
sadly i had a plan a without a plan b
i’m in the penthouse, i’m with a bad b
i’m puttin’ apple juice in my brandy

[outro]
(watched me grow)
(watched me grow)
on these streets they watched me grow
(grow)
(watched me grow)

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