Lyrics

Raised On a council estate 
Yeah my life was state
No Money Just a Purse Full of Hate 
Purse full of pennies
No frank and Benny
Wine and Berries
Crimes get Buried 
£5 pound bags and Stolen Teles 
Street Life's Fucked
Popped most Man's Cherries 
What you know 10's on a 20's
Card deets from the Petty
To Top Up your Celly, Whoa
That's how it Go
Street Life, Hustlers out to Get Dough
Sink or Float
Corn beef and Rice, Beans on Toast
Nah
You Can't call me a rookie 
Most Dads in the Bookies
Tryna catch a Break, No work 
Unlucky 
Raised on MTV base and Chucky
Raised on Friday and Kentucky 
Raised on Church On Sunday, Teenage gun play
Fuck the law get money
Black out Whips, Black Jeans, Black Hoodies
Raised on I Never Said I love you to my Mummy 
Raised on Everyman Tryna Take shit From me 
So I built up my Walls, Real High 3 storeys, 
See I was raised in Pain,Born In Vain 
Hurt Ingrained,  generational stains remain 
the Pouring Rain, it couldn't  get Rid of 
So I saved myself,  I became  that **** 
Now I'm the ball, I got bounce like Tigger, 
Now myself love growing everyday it gets bigger, 
there Hate gets Slimmer, 
my Guy just Simmer
Headteacher said I'd become a drug dealer 
Boy was he wrong 
I became a winner
Now the Girl just Flows
Similar to a river 
Boy was he wrong 
Boy was he wrong boy was he
Boy was he wrong boy was he
Boy was he wrong boy was he
Boy was he wrong boy was he
Boy was he wrong boy was he
Written by: Oneda Ezeh, Onyinyechuwku Ezeh
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