West Ham (feat. Roachee & Joe James)

I knew this one was a tune If ignorance is bliss then, I'm the rudest cunt in the room In the rave stunting for who? The girl with big nails & plated hoops Whose popping them pills just to feel the groove Looking for a fling with a coked up dude I'm on the District Line On the tube, on the tunnel, on a mystic ride Through the ends, above ground, who knows wargwarn Next man done another sadistic crime Thumped up a yout, run up in his mums Like show me the money or kiss this nine Whilst his sisters crying, in the kitchen, why? 'Cause she showed half ends that his wrist is shining London's cold My bro got bagged with a few keys of snow Life was lovely, money weren't slow Then it went right to left, like Ilford to Bow Now he's in a can of a miniature phone When they search up his cell, You don't really wanna know where it goes On another note, I'm sho, so sho That they see me & they're coughing up dough She's got the batty elastical Long pink nails that just ain't practical But she looks choong, so it's smart & tactical 'Cause half the ends want to take her on trips abroad She's got a heart that's stupid cold But I won't face to mask the pain she holds She doesn't know that the darkness slowly grows Every time she gives it up for a lowly bloke Any bloke in the Class A field She wanna feel like she living in her favourite film Toes on the dashboard, done it for the snapchat Hat on the m-way, all for the thrill On the surface they act like it's real Deep down, not too deep, they both know the deal Next man on the A127 On the way to Southend, to spray someone's melon Two sticks in the car, too sad that's two felons Clean hearts, just led wrong, they're still nice fellas I do it mellow, I'm like KwolleM So mellow, that I know sometimes I feel solemn You can see that I'm east like Dot Cotton Cause I won't lose my mind over jewels, I'm not Gollum Anytime the fed's get rung, they don't come Too terrified of the tugs Can't come through with the idiot truncheon Round here it's all 0 to 100 Survival's a must, man are moving ganja Pills, white & b & other drugs What can you do when the system's f*cked ya London's kinda coming like Bosnia Mandem tryna make it out the hood like Drogba But still selling goods in Poplar Roll with the shank in case I ever drop something The block's buzzing, little toddlers running Years latter they might have to go up-suh I hope not, but the hoods so bruk down Ancestors hitting me up on the WhatsApp Saying Roach just make sure you get the job done