Ray BLK - My Hood lyrics

[Verse 1: Ray BLK] Socks and sliders everywhere and every day Full English breakfast at a caff, not a café No, no, baby, we don't let strangers come our way But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood Meet me at Morley's, best fried chicken is in South I'll show you gangsters, don't you go running your mouth Mopeds are racing, 2AM outside my house, oh yeah, it's loud But come to my hood, my hood, my hood [Link: Ray BLK] Oh, you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood Yeah, you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood [Verse 2: Ray BLK] Barely anyone at school after 15 We're chasing paper then Blue Borough should be green I won't lie, finding a way out is our dream But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood Top floor of Pepys estate, we'll show you our world That building turns you to a woman from a girl Now time to stop, life flashes past you in a whirl But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood [Chorus: Ray BLK] On these streets, these streets In the dark, we glow On these streets, these streets We're high when it's low On these streets, these streets Through concrete, flowers grow In my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood

[Verse 3: Stormzy] I'm from a hood where n***as make their money, then they move The woman in the Caribbean shop is always rude Tryna get a patty just to compliment my food So why you gotta tell my friends to move? No, we gotta balls the food when we see the feds spin it Bare "wah gwan"s, I ain't seen you for a minute Coming from the land of wings and chicken filets Where you're from, man won't be able to read but he can bill it You can see why that's a problem, any given problem Staring in my face? I'mma ask you "what's the problem?" You can be Bane or you can be Robin But we've had a lot of Dark Knights living up in Gotham Man, there's babies having babies, man, it's crazy up in my hood sh**'s got me praying that I die good Where we'd rather buy guns before we buy books Where they left us in the dark, so we light kush, my hood [Bridge: Ray BLK] There's no place like home, no place like home Buy me any ticket, I don't wanna go To a town where there's no one like me round Don't take me there or anywhere [Chorus: Ray BLK] On these streets, these streets In the dark, we glow On these streets, these streets We're high when it's low On these streets, these streets Through concrete, flowers grow In my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood