Playground

Dog-eat-dog in my town, get up or stay down
Trouble soon come around, this is the playground
Grinding for them pounds
Hope it don't come crumbling down

I been on the front line, tryna get it in
Came from a place most never win
This is real life ain't no editing
What I been through is unsettling
I'm with a few guys that are on anything
Come through your block, take everything
This is England, the kingdom, the world is ours

Dog-eat-dog in my town, get up or stay down
Trouble soon come around, this is the playground
Grinding for them pounds
Hope it don't come crumbling down

Already told 'em that the world is ours
Lookin' fucking certi' now, motive isn't earning pounds
Mana gonna turn it down, got the game cornered off
These man are just learning how, pussy boy you talk a lot

On a real, who's talking now? New day and I'm callin' shots
Galdem I ain't callin' back, mind up in a torture rack
Holding all my trauma back, music is the remedy
Ain't nothing you're telling me, dog-eat-dog in my town
You ain't up in my pedigree, nah

Dog-eat-dog in my town, get up or stay down
Trouble soon come around, this is the playground
Grinding for them pounds
Hope it don't come crumbling down

Welcome to the manor, English swagga, Vincy bandana
Where mana from no glitz 'n' glamour
It's a daytime TV ting, too many homes are under that hammer
This cold will make your bones shatter
Nobody asking me what's the matter
Smile you're on camera, fuck off, wanker

Two pints bag of crisps, need a lighter for my cig'
Used to ride home on a BMX like Mumzy giz a quid
We're the English, we're the Brits, on a Tuesday, we get pissed
You didn't grow up how I grew up, so don't tell man how to live

Do not say a word to me if you don't understand
We can rise in unity without the upper hand
The sun will pour, the rain will shine
This is England, the kingdom, the world is ours

Dog-eat-dog in my town, get up or stay down
Trouble soon come around, this is the playground
Grinding for them pounds
Hope it don't come crumbling down

Life moves up and down
You gotta figure it out
Got no time for these fake guys
I don't move with no clowns
Grinding for them pounds
Hope it don't come crumbling down



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Mackenzie Bell, Adrian Mcleod, Hugh Pescod, Josh Dwight Bruce
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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