Welcome To Landan (DEMO)

I'm my grandma I'm my mum I'm the young, modern version These my sons, they tote guns, but they run up all my funds Welcome to London This my possee, this my clique If you hear this it gon' stick And my flow becomes a tic It gon' send you to a fit That's a fit, that's some drip I don't wanna hear that shit What's on your mind, not your feet Edit thoughts, they're not so neat Think they fleeked, but I'm geeked 'Cos I used to be so meek And I used to be a neek But I'm kinda proud of it Welcome to London I see spiders, I see webs Have you got free internet? What's the password? What' the gag? Watch this glasswork in this hand That's my phone, like my bones, if it breaks then I'm upset Just like I hate my hair wet I see white, blue, mostly red Cos the queen is not yet dead But they're coming for my head, cos of what I fucking said I don't rate your picked eggs And you man a bunch of shegs When I move, just watch my legs Hit 'em with a one-two step (Step step step step step) Welcome to London Welcome to London I'm my grandma I'm my mum I'm the young, modern version These my sons, they tote guns, but they run up all my funds Welcome to London (London town) In my lungs, in my hair, know that I don't have a care They just stop, they just stare, but they wouldn't fucking dare Forget bootcut, forget flare We can't see from over there If you want what's all the rage, know America's the stage Puff puff passing the world sage But we all stuck in a cage And then we disengage We just poster outrage Got my chains on this ice age Welcome to London Welcome to London I see feds I see dreads Helis passing overhead I put chips in buttered bread And send shots like arrowheads I get loose just like a thread Never full, I'm underfud I'm a heathen in Hampstead