Graftin'

So what you thinking about London City now aye?
Who do you city love?
West London, South London.
I'm the London hustler, a golden grind, grind.
Young hustlers, we graft all the time dawn or dark,
Non-stop UK walk.
Yo, as a hustler in the city before I came to stack
Lord knows I got the devil on my back so call
When I gotta stay on track
Dog eat dod and I'll stay if you like in the LD and what I done to attract
Calm that, I can show you where it's at
First thing's first, get a block and a flat, next up get a black hoodie and a hat
Living in the Big Brother's camera view
Giving my axe to the boys in blue.
Straight 5 years, getting caught that's you
Sitting in the cell still wondering who
Don't keep quiet and keep it on a diet
Ask yourself what about Steve and not Stu.
Pissed off with not a lot to do and the word on the street don't ever seem new
And resisting arrest don't even seem true
Endless heart, who do you believe?
And will it ever relieve the loneliness
Let's see if you remain convinced on my
You know what the streets are like
A few more words, a couple more rages
Other than that, not a lot else changes.
Sky looks green
London city wish they grafting 'cause were gritty
Hustle hustle hustle, hustle hustle hustle 'cause there means
Sky looks green
London city wish they grafting 'cause were gritty
I used to roll your money up against the wall whenever I played hopscotch
Well I'm clinical
Parking life 'cause I'm back in the white man's cotch
I'm being doing this since papa
I don’t want any boy in my face
Invading my space or bring on star and watch!
I'll end your hours on the clock
I'll end your days
You'll think I'm crazed when I give you big black
Clock end your sentence...full stop.
Now what you gonna say about gats
I know you're platinum or not
You thought all your rhymes on spot but I'm probably everything that you're not.
You're totally mad, you've lost the plot
Do you even consider getting me gone?
Carried off to a hospital like a shot on top of a table?
I'll dictate and relegate who's heavyweight
I'm king on the ring
Make music instinct
U know I do everything
Sky looks green
London city wish they grafting 'cause were gritty
Hustle hustle hustle, hustle hustle hustle 'cause there means
Sky looks green
London city wish they grafting 'cause were gritty
Damn right yeah
Young hustlers
London city stand up
I'm'a show you it's gritty out 'ere
Yeah man serious...
You better know you better understand
It's Dizzee Rascal solo
I'm 'ere, what!
Everyone stand up
Dizzee Rascal gizza bell!
I swear to you