My Hood

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Socks and sliders everywhere and every day
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Full English breakfast at a caff, not a café
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No, no, baby, we don't let strangers come our way
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But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
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Meet me at Morley's, best fried chicken is in South
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I'll show you gangsters, don't you go running your mouth
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Mopeds are racing, 2AM outside my house, oh yeah, it's loud
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But come to my hood, my hood, my hood

[Link: Ray BLK]
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Oh, you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
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You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
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Yeah, you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
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You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood

[Verse 2: Ray BLK]
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Barely anyone at school after 15
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We're chasing paper then Blue Borough should be green
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I won't lie, finding a way out is our dream
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But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
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Top floor of Pepys estate, we'll show you our world
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That building turns you to a woman from a girl
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Now time to stop, life flashes past you in a whirl
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But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood

[Chorus: Ray BLK]
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On these streets, these streets
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In the dark, we glow
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On these streets, these streets
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We're high when it's low
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On these streets, these streets
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Through concrete, flowers grow
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In my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
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You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood

[Verse 3: Stormzy]
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I'm from a hood where niggas make their money, then they move
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The woman in the Caribbean shop is always rude
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Tryna get a patty just to complement my food
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So why you gotta tell my friends to move?
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No, we gotta balls the food when we see the feds spin it
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Bare "wah gwan"s, I ain't seen you for a minute
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Coming from the land of wings and chicken filets
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Where you're from, man won't be able to read but he can bill it
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You can see why that's a problem, any given problem
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Staring in my face? I'mma ask you "what's the problem?"
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You can be Bane or you can be Robin
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But we've had a lot of Dark Knights living up in Gotham
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Man, there's babies having babies, man, it's crazy up in my hood
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Shit's got me praying that I die good
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Where we'd rather buy guns before we buy books
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Where they left us in the dark, so we light kush, my hood

[Bridge: Ray BLK]
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There's no place like home, no place like home
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Buy me any ticket, I don't wanna go
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To a town where there's no one like me round
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Don't take me there or anywhere

[Chorus: Ray BLK]
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On these streets, these streets
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In the dark, we glow
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On these streets, these streets
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We're high when it's low
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On these streets, these streets
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Through concrete, flowers grow
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In my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
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You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood