Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I used to take that 177 from Deptford down to Peckham
Them days the buses started bending like Beckham
I was so broke, I was stressing
Told me you could give me a pound 'cause I'll link you in a second
Dreams of my driving in a Beamer
So when I got my first drop top was like, "Finally, I'm here"
Driving up and down trying to impress
Any pretty girl with back, excuse me, that's nice dress
[Verse 2]
Struggle just taught me how to hustle
I was so skinny back then, fam, I didn't have the muscle
But I had the heart of a lion
And I heard God loves a tryer, so me, I was trying
Everybody knows up and down on them back roads
If I get pulled? Yeah, you know how that goes
Trying to come home with a fat load
Just trying to pay the school fees, I wasn't tryna be El Chapo
[Verse 3]
Always wanted more for myself
I was trying to be great, it was more then just wealth
I had a bunch of goods that the streets couldn't sell
I knew I had I had to get these talents seen by the world
Fam, I put in that work, I was trying everyday, 'cause I got it from the dirt
Love my brother so much, I would of given him my shirt
He said I wouldn't blow, that shit still hurts
Guess he didn't see my worth
[Chorus]
It was like ten step forwards and twenty steps back
That's just how it goes on the roads
I used to have drive past my house when I was going home
Street life, that's how it goes
Them man, they were plotting on me when I only showed love
Rude boy, what you wanna know?
I had the same time as them, the only difference was I used it well
Now it's 7 figures for a story, that's a supersale
[Verse 4]
Trust me, I was always telling man, I was on a different plan
Said I was delusional, but they just didn't understand
I had dreams of movie scenes, television, magazines
Lost a little focus, poverty just made me chase the cream
But it wasn't long before I got on back track, though
And I ain't talking music when I say I had to wrap loads
Trust me when that shot came, try know I took that
Brother, when I got through, I never looked back
Fuck all that road shit, fam, I'm on this grown shit
I kept that that thing going when everybody says it's hopeless
I hope I reach the goals that I pray for
I asked God for a little, but he gave more
It's deep but I appreciate everything
And I ain't throwing this chance away, not for anything
Man are looking at how far I come, but they don't know this thing's just begun
From blue borough to the wold
[Chorus]
It was like ten step forwards and twenty steps back
That's just how it goes on the roads
I used to have drive past my house when I was going home
Street life, that's how it goes
Them man, they were plotting on me when I only showed love
Rude boy, what you wanna know?
I had the same time as them, the only difference was I used it well
Now it's 7 figures for a story, that's a supersale
Written by: Andrew Uche Onwubolu
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