Krept & Konan - Hometown glory lyrics

[Verse 1: Krept] Listen Who do you belive in? Allah How do you praise him? Salah And why do you stray him? Gwolla Music, Fitna, Ama Out tryna rake in bu*ter Man, what a s**er, Cos I know its Haram, ah Gotta get from the road to Islam, ah But im from the roads where its hard ta South London, also known as the Gaza Where m**ms would rather listen to Tha Carter Than wise words from the noble Qu'ran, ah It is a disaster We replaced Kufis and Thobes for that Dolce Gabana Subhanahu wa ta'ala, InshAllah Have mercy on those without Shahadah, [InshAllah] I swear the Dean's got what no one has to offer But we chase the Dunya still, and not the hereafter See a buff gal, Brothers racing to chat her Or they racing to napa? but ain't racing to Jan'ah I'm just raising the matter And man will wake up for Ana, but they won't wake up for Fajr You should wanna throw stones at the Qibla Instead man wanna throw, crow in the Rizla Roll in the ringer, close to the trigger And take your soul out your figure My westernised ways, got me losing my balance This westernised place, got us moving like Kafars Me without sinning, hard to imagine But I don't wanna join Shaytan in Jahannam Astarfirullah, I should be practising Sunnah But I'm out here, trapped in the Dunya Instead of splashing more, I actually shoulda Sent money abroad, gave back to my Ummah But I blame the roads, Mad ting I grew up around f**eries happening You ain't seen the mans inside cos of shankings You ain't seen a mans brains blown from a ham ting Couple older brothers used to give man metal too And say when you do the ting, It's this you're menna do Bath in petrol to rid the residue It's no lies, real sh** im tellin you 15 when I first fleed from a M 15 when I first beat on a ... And that's Wallahi talk, I've been on the ends This is all from the heart, I don't need to pretend Couple older man are washed, idiots them Stuck on the block, I ain't tryna be one of them The hoods got man, 6 deep or in pen Got my n***as wishin for their freedom again I'm really sorry Ma, all them times I was stupid Had the feds running in the house, cos of shootings I made you cry a lot, all that sh**e I was doing You knew about the gang ting, that's why you were screwing I promised I'd do Uni for you, and I won't break it I don't even do it for myself, you know I hate it But I said I'll make it up to you, so I'll be patient Cos you know I got another dream and ima chase it I know you more than miss me Cos I left home quicker than a normal pitnee Kept saying be safe, and always kiss me Cos she knows our hood is more than risky And ima get you outta there I promise For now, I'm tryna fill my pockets Then anything you want I'll cop it I just wanna get you out, I promise [Verse 2: Konan] Kone, Listen You think these dark shades will hide the pain? (Nah) Penny for my thoughts cah I'm tryna change They say money will never bring you happiness But I would rather be unhappy inside a Range I'm sick of cells like my body's not well If I ain't in the ringer then I probably got scales Look, better make sure your shottys got shells Cos lifes a b**h, It's a dog eat dog world And I'm sick of feds tryna run in my drum My dad died 45, guess I'm the son of a gun Yeah I'm stuck in the slum so I hope that my times near Cos even though we got a buzz, It's been a lightyear I go hard cos life ain't easy Especially when your out here knee-deep I could take you back, Sweat box in a jail cell Introduction wing, no remote for my TV Came out, streets going mad for my CD Now even vegetarians wanna meet me Always in a problem cos I never had humble friends Tryna move rice while your stunting in your uncles benz Looking at these dirty notes, thinking that I need to change Cos all this work I do will probably leave a stain Sitting in the cell, thinking I don't wanna steal again Convict sh**, I know Akon can feel my pain They want me on my d**h bed but I ain't snoozing off A 9-5 ain't enough so I choose to rob Or some food to shot, its hard not to lose the plot When your mums telling you she's gonna lose her job Life's a b**h and I know about losing Dogs Let me reminisce, wait turn the music off Bussin through these red lights tryna lose the cops Trying not to lose the square but I ain't tryna lose the box, Konan! [Verse 3: Krept] Too many Dargs in our Cemetery Rap, Tiny, Charmz, Frenzy Po, Drake, Termz, Wesley Hurts me immensely, Try and know that Oh yeah, I remember this night so bad In my house when I heard that gunfire go CLAP My mum thought it was fireworks I said, 'Ma, fireworks don't sound like that!' So I came outside, in the ice cold and Saw Bones on the floor, with his eyes rolled back Imagine that for some, to see this would be awful Imagine I was young, but to me this was normal Tell you bout my past, got a mind full of memories Tell you bout my dargs, that have died in the ends and sh** Tell you bout my dargs that are riding them sentences Tell you bout my Marj, nearly dying of that hemorrhage