This is a song about "Growing up in the hood 650 all day"

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

It's soulja tell 'em remenice about up in the younger day

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

The judgment day away is growing closer, on that dreaded noon,

My mind is a sharpen blade trapped in the dark all day

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

All teens growing up in tottenham lyrical geniuses all with their own speciality

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Cause at the end of the day, we're all colleges in this,

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

She likes to look in my hood, she says it's the best shiny bling with all rippled beats

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet