Diesel Motion - That Block Kid (The Story Of)

uk grime, uk drill, trap, speed garage, uk garage

Born in the shadow where sirens breathe,
Where the lift stinks loud and the pipes all bleed,
Where dreams get crushed like Rizla leaves,
But I grew from the cracks like a cursed lil’ seed.

Swift on the pedals, no luck, just will,
Heart of diesel in a world so still,
Council estate taught man how to chill—
But the cold nights carved man sharp like a grill.

Mum’s on stress with the bailiff threats,
Mandem outside tryna dodge new debts,
Youth club shut, so we buss bare sets,
Spit pain in the rain, still drippin’ with finesse.

That block kid with a mind too big,
Life too raw, but the grind too slick,
Saw man flip for a small lil’ fig,
But I stuck to the plan like glue on a brick.

I’m that block kid, raised where the nights talk back,
Heart stayed clean but the roads turned black,
If you never been here then you can’t know that,
Every scar on my skin is a part of the map.

I’m that block kid, levitatin’ through the struggle,
Mind stayed sharp in the chaos and the trouble,
Turned my pain to a wave and the wave made double,
Now the whole block bounce like rubble on rubble.

Man grew fast with the ice in the chest,
City moves mad, gotta move with the rest,
Feds pull up with the bright torch pressed,
But I dipped through the alley with the air in my breath.

Friends turned foes for a small lil’ check,
Trust got thin like hair on a vet,
Learned that love in the block’s complex—
Real ones stay but the fake ones jet.

Kicks got robbed and the pride got bruised,
Nearly got jumped tryna guard my shoes,
Mandem pulled up like “Say less bro— we move,”
And I ran that night like I couldn’t lose.

Block taught lessons that schools don’t show,
How to read man’s vibe, how to spot man’s glow,
How to move low-key when the beef gets slow,
And how pain makes kings in the ends you know.

Concrete cradle, steel sky halo—
Block kid dreamin’ where the lost souls lay low.
Eyes on the heavens, feet in the gutter,
Heart beat loud like a storm with a stutter.

Every bruise was a verse, every tear was a demo,
Every scream echoed through the flats like a memo.
This is the story…
The rise of a kid that the block could never let go.

Turbo mode runnin’ when I jump on sight,
Block kid spittin’ with the force of the night,
Every setback hit like a left–right–right,
But I breach that pain with a sound so tight.

Speed flow wicked when the streets get cold,
I’m the fire in the wind when the truth unfolds,
I’m the glitch in the code that the roads can’t mould,
I’m the block kid born with a soul too bold.

Garage bounce with the drill blade swung,
Trap drum smacks like a blacked-out lung,
Man grew old when the boy was young,
So I carved my name where the lost get flung.

From the rooftop view to the ground-floor hell,
Every bruise on my name got a story to tell,
But I flipped that script like a wishing well—
Now the whole ends ring with the tales I yell.

Raised in the flats where the brave don’t brag,
Where time moves slow like a tear on a flag,
But I rose from the smoke with the weight of the bag,
Now the whole world shouts what the block once had.

I’m that block kid, bruv.
Always was.
Always will be.
This is the story of—
ME.

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Born in the shadow where sirens breathe, Where the lift stinks loud and the pipes all bleed, Where dreams get crushed like Rizla leaves, But I grew from the cracks like a cursed lil’ seed. Swift on the pedals, no luck, just will, Heart of diesel in a world so still, Council estate taught man how to chill— But the cold nights carved man sharp like a grill. Mum’s on stress with the bailiff threats, Mandem outside tryna dodge new debts, Youth club shut, so we buss bare sets, Spit pain in the rain, still drippin’ with finesse. That block kid with a mind too big, Life too raw, but the grind too slick, Saw man flip for a small lil’ fig, But I stuck to the plan like glue on a brick. I’m that block kid, raised where the nights talk back, Heart stayed clean but the roads turned black, If you never been here then you can’t know that, Every scar on my skin is a part of the map. I’m that block kid, levitatin’ through the struggle, Mind stayed sharp in the chaos and the trouble, Turned my pain to a wave and the wave made double, Now the whole block bounce like rubble on rubble. Man grew fast with the ice in the chest, City moves mad, gotta move with the rest, Feds pull up with the bright torch pressed, But I dipped through the alley with the air in my breath. Friends turned foes for a small lil’ check, Trust got thin like hair on a vet, Learned that love in the block’s complex— Real ones stay but the fake ones jet. Kicks got robbed and the pride got bruised, Nearly got jumped tryna guard my shoes, Mandem pulled up like “Say less bro— we move,” And I ran that night like I couldn’t lose. Block taught lessons that schools don’t show, How to read man’s vibe, how to spot man’s glow, How to move low-key when the beef gets slow, And how pain makes kings in the ends you know. Concrete cradle, steel sky halo— Block kid dreamin’ where the lost souls lay low. Eyes on the heavens, feet in the gutter, Heart beat loud like a storm with a stutter. Every bruise was a verse, every tear was a demo, Every scream echoed through the flats like a memo. This is the story… The rise of a kid that the block could never let go. Turbo mode runnin’ when I jump on sight, Block kid spittin’ with the force of the night, Every setback hit like a left–right–right, But I breach that pain with a sound so tight. Speed flow wicked when the streets get cold, I’m the fire in the wind when the truth unfolds, I’m the glitch in the code that the roads can’t mould, I’m the block kid born with a soul too bold. Garage bounce with the drill blade swung, Trap drum smacks like a blacked-out lung, Man grew old when the boy was young, So I carved my name where the lost get flung. From the rooftop view to the ground-floor hell, Every bruise on my name got a story to tell, But I flipped that script like a wishing well— Now the whole ends ring with the tales I yell. Raised in the flats where the brave don’t brag, Where time moves slow like a tear on a flag, But I rose from the smoke with the weight of the bag, Now the whole world shouts what the block once had. I’m that block kid, bruv. Always was. Always will be. This is the story of— ME.

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