Grew Up In Lyrics - Snakes & Ladders - Wiley

Yeah, I grew up in Bow E-thrizzy 

Home of Maniac, home of Tinchy, home of Dizzee 

If you don't get it then you're gonna be without 

That's why I fly around and make myself busy 

Complacent shotta gets robbed for a belly 

This shit's going on, but I don't mean telly 

When the rain falls, you can't be saved by wellies 

A kid walks in, starts waving a semi 

Badman, he ain't afraid of any 

Expensive watch, now why have I got it? 

Furthermore, fuck that, I'mma shot it 

You know why, blood? Cause I don't want it 

Go and look a next property, swap it 

I deal with change in a pattern 

Too many girls buy jewellery in Hatton 

New generation's here, what you saying? 

We're gonna see when I pass you the baton 

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I grew up in south west London, home of the brave 

Home to the roadside Gs, So Solid UK 

Be loud and clear when you're calling my name 

Shut down the club, live show then I cut, I'm the lord of the rave 

From a place where your big bad brother can't save you 

Where the olders are washed and the young Gs out on the blocky want grief 

Get out of my seat, what the fuck did you bring to the table? 

From a place where they think that you're rich if you ever get signed to a label 

Last night, I fell asleep with the engine running 

Kick down your door, then my bredrin's running 

I don't like that yout, I don't care who [?] 

I don't know that yout, don't care about your cousin 

Got a photoshoot, whole ends is coming, rudeboy, you ain't got enough class 

Your boy's on form this year, fall back, you ain't got enough bars 

20 man deep on a night out, buy out the bar, you ain't got enough staff 

Told man don't even talk to you much, but you talk too much, all you niggas just bark 

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Yo, Broadwater Farm shooters, I'm one of them 

I lost my dollar if you ever try one of us 

Ain't shot a nigga in ages still, someone try it, I need some practice 

Signed to Island, now I've gotta 'llow it 

Ten man [?] Cool, I've got it 

I refuse to be [?] with no limit 

On my own Wiley with it 

I like money, I love money 

Man, fuck your three girls, get your wallet out 

I spend your last month's wages cabbing about 

I'll sleep on a plane, too much money about 

Money, bruv, it's money 

Super Sega Level 9000, nigga 

Have a drink and will man 'llow me, nigga? Rudeboy 

I fucking love these groupies, nigga 

But I love the money more, you feel me nigga? 

Super Sega Level 9000, nigga 

Have a drink and will man 'llow me, nigga? Rudeboy 

I fucking love these groupies, nigga 

But I love the money more, you feel me nigga?