London town

[Intro] Yo, this ain't no fucking lullaby, you dickheads. This is the sound of the streets, the grit, the grime, the grind. This is for London, the real fucking London, you bastards. Listen up, you cunts, this ain't a game! [Verse 1 – Trap] Yeah, look, I’m stepping out, concrete jungle, this ain't no safari, fucker Every corner a story, every alley a bloody hustler, motherfucker From Plaistow to Forest Gate, we're on a different kind of plunder This London life's a bare maze, bruv, you either eat or you go under East Ham to Barking, the whole ends know our name, innit? You talking tough on the net, but in London, you ain't got no fame, prick I see you lurking, acting hard, but your whole crew’s just a myth We got a reputation for this savage shit, living on the edge, no cliff Rolling deep through the postcode, every single block is a testament To the struggle, the hustle, the raw ambition, we ain't heaven-sent Fuck your fancy cars, your designer gear, that shit’s just for show, man When the heat is on in London, only real Gs stand the blow, fam We came up from the mud, dirty hands, dirty boots, dirty minds This London energy, it builds you different, leaves the weak behind So keep your eyes peeled, your ears open, this city don't play fair This ain't no fairytale, it’s London, a concrete fucking nightmare. Yeah, pure fucking menace, innit. [Hook – Trap/Drill] London, London, where the ops are always lurking, you bastards! London, London, my city, these streets, they keep on working, you pricks! Saala London, dil mein hai, you feel that fucking vibe? London, London, watch your back, stay alive, or you won't survive! This London grind, it's a jungle, a real fucking mess. London, London, man’s coming for the top, ain’t no time for less! Saala London, dil mein hai, this is my fucking pride! London, London, where the realest motherfuckers always ride! Yeah! [Verse 2 – Drill] Dekh bc, hum Wood Green se aaye, seedha Turnpike Lane se, gandu! Yeh London ki galiyan, yahan har koi bane top don, har ek bandu. Tere jaise chutiye milenge hazaron, par asli kaun hai, woh kaun jaanta hai, bhosdike? Har postcode mein ek naya king, har nukkad pe naya drama hai, madarchod. Camden Town ki raat, ya Barking ka din, har jagah apna bolbala hai. Jo bolte hain sirf hawa mein, unka saala muh kala hai. Yeh London hai, behenchod, yahan zabaan se zyada hathiyar bolte hain. Jo dikhte hain shaant, asal mein wohi sabse bade raaz kholte hain. Tere jaise kitne aaye, kitne gaye, sabko laga woh ustad hain, kutte. Asli game toh yahan pe chalta, jahan paise aur power ka fasaad hai, chutye. Humne dekhi hain goliyan chalte, London ki sadkon pe khoon behte. Yeh sirf sheher nahi, behenchod, yahan log apne guroor pe marte. Tu kya samajhta hai, yeh sab mazak hai? Yeh asal zindagani hai. London mein rehna hai toh jigra rakh, warna teri toh kahani ban'ni hai. Chal hatt, teri aukat kya hai, London ke asli khiladiyon ke saamne? Yeh London mera makaan, aur tu bas ek chota sa kirayedaar, haramkhor. Samjha kya, lodu? [Hook – Trap/Drill] London, London, where the ops are always lurking, you bastards! London, London, my city, these streets, they keep on working, you pricks! Saala London, dil mein hai, you feel that fucking vibe? London, London, watch your back, stay alive, or you won't survive! This London grind, it's a jungle, a real fucking mess. London, London, man’s coming for the top, ain’t no time for less! Saala London, dil mein hai, this is my fucking pride! London, London, where the realest motherfuckers always ride! Yeah! [Bridge – Rap] Oye, sunn laude, London di game hor aa, eh koi bachcha khel nahi! Jithe har galli te, har mod te, miluga tainu ik nawa vairi. Plaistow di gall karaan, ya Forest Gate di, saala khoon bolda ethe. Eh London mera ghar, te main ethe da asli sher, puttar, kaun rokda ethe? Barking ton Eastham tak, saare jaande apna naam, penchod! Jihna ne kade dekheya nahi asli game, oh saale bas karde aram, madarchod! Turpike Lane ton Wood Green tak, eh mera ilaaka, meri shaan aa. Asli London de vaasi aan, jinna di hikk vich jaan aa. Tu ki jaanda London di raat nu? Jithe bande bannde te marde aa, bhenchod! Assi baithe aan top te, saade warge hor kithe labhde aa, tere warge marrde aa! Aitbaar nahi kise te ethe, har koi matlabi, har koi saala harami. London di hawa vich hi nasha hai, je tu ban na chauna top ghaati. Soch ke boli, soch ke chali, eh London ni bakshda kise nu. Meri gaddi da tyre thalle, jinna ne panga leya si mere naal, oh saale gaye gusse nu! Yeah! [Verse 3 – Garage] Alright, mandem, listen up, the beat's switching, but the vibe stays grimy. London's pulse, it's a garage anthem, yeah, this shit gets lively. From Canning Town to Stratford, we're still running the same old racket. Every postcode, every street, you know we always