Where I'm From

Thornton heath's where I come from
Winners here am I not one
They didn't rate the ends now they're locked on
Because man them here have got pop songs and still pop one
Bullet bullet

I used to chill on the roads, I used to bill it and go
I had a feel of the cold, pavement chasing I never wanna go home
Because it was nothing like those typical family shows
I was a pitiful soul moving from pillar to post
There was no glitter or gold, more like a blizzard of cold
Yes I've been broke I stole, weed and coke I sold
I needed a focus though
I had a couple of bros involved, they didn't like how i rolled on the road
They wanted make young T evolve and said change the ways that you make your dough
I still get paid you ain't gotta sling dope, still next ways for the team to glow
Still others ways that we get girls, I don't like them hoes or snakey bredrins bun them both
I make money and don't blow it on clothes, stack my cash so the interest grows
Trying to rest my toes before I get old

Thornton heath's where I come from
Winners here am I not one
They didn't rate the ends now they're locked on
Because man them here have got pop songs and still pop one
Bullet don't get dropped on
Girlie's queue for the popcorn
With that big back for this long john

Couple of moves that man jumped on I did the maddest things for that lump sum
I had no-one else when my mum ducked, I hung with clothes I'm not cut from
Them bummy yutes are still pub scum, It was only feds that man run from
Them girls that man used to stunt on but didn't want none, well I see them now
They got breeded out and then dumped on
Never thought I'd be one of the lost ones
I can't blame the ends if I tossed them, but I blame the ends for no options
I dipped to woods am I florist now, so in the ends am I tourist now
The newest gen think they own the ends but that's how it gets we're all older now
My flows cold like October now, I ain't running around with my shoulders out
I'm focused now I won't slow it down, I ain't playing about I'm trying to make it out
Real life shit that I'm praying about
Eyes keep wide theirs preyers about trying to keep me down trying to layer me out

Thornton heath's where I come from
Winners here am I not one
They didn't rate the ends now they're locked on
Because man them here have got pop songs and still pop one
Bullet don't get dropped on
Girlie's queue for the popcorn
With that big back for this long john

Thornton heath's where I come from
Winners here am I not one
They didn't rate the ends now they're locked on
Because man them here have got pop songs and still pop one
Bullet don't get dropped on
Girlie's queue for the popcorn
With that big back for this long john