My Hood (feat. Stormzy)

Socks and sliders everywhere and every day

Full English breakfast at a caff, not a café

No, no, baby, we don't let strangers come our way

But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood

Meet me at Morley's, best fried chicken is in South

I'll show you gangsters, don't you go running your mouth

Mopeds are racing, two AM outside my house, oh yeah, it's loud

But come to my hood, my hood, my hood

Oh, you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood

You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood

Yeah, you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood

You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood

Barely anyone at school after fifteen

We're chasing paper then Blue Borough should be green

I won't lie, finding a way out is our dream

But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood

Top floor of Pepys estate, we'll show you our world

That building turns you to a woman from a girl

Now time to stop, life flashes past you in a whirl

But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood

On these streets, these streets

In the dark, we glow

On these streets, these streets

We're high when it's low

On these streets, these streets

Through concrete, flowers grow

In my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood

You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood

I'm from a hood where niggas make their money, then they move

The woman in the Caribbean shop is always rude

Tryna get a patty just to compliment my food

So why you gotta tell my friends to move?

No, we gotta balls the food when we see the feds spin it

Bare "wah gwan"s, I ain't seen you for a minute

Coming from the land of wings and chicken filets

Where you're from, man won't be able to read but he can bill it

You can see why that's a problem, any given problem

Staring in my face? I'mma ask you: What's the problem?

You can be Bane or you can be Robin

But we've had a lot of Dark Knights living up in Gotham

Man, there's babies having babies, man, it's crazy up in my hood

Shit's got me praying that I die good

Where we'd rather buy guns before we buy books

Where they left us in the dark, so we light kush, my hood

There's no place like home, no place like home

Buy me any ticket, I don't wanna go

To a town where there's no one like me 'round

Don't take me there or anywhere

Yeah, oh, no no no

Oh, no no no

Oh, no no no

Oh, no no no

On these streets, these streets

In the dark, we glow

On these streets, these streets

We're high when it's low

On these streets, these streets

Through concrete, flowers grow

In my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood

You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood

Yeah, you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood

You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood