This is a song about "Growing up in north london"

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Now look: the change has come

And become as big as london

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Growing up as a kid, life can be tough

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think