[Intro] Brixton Yeah (South side, mad thing) (Borough to the globe) [Verse 1] From the block where the sirens sing We learned young, don't trust a thing Wet pavement, cold hard looks Old school pain in the young boy's books I came from crumbs and fridge light glow Now I count lengths when the night winds blow One phone call and the whole team move Red stripe on the trackies, clean new shoes They talk loud but they move shy Man grew up where the brave ones die Still I smile with a sharp-front face Big plan, big yard, big gate, big space Mum prayed hard while I chased that stack Now she want marble on the kitchen back Got my name in the ends like smoke Brixton boy, can't nobody joke [Pre-Chorus] Run it up, then run it again Turn that pain to the money we spend Hands on the wheel, eyes on the prize Nothing but grit in the borough boys' eyes [Chorus] Brixton crown, Brixton crown I want the whole thing, big amounts Big house, big yard, big rooms Count that bread till the sun come through Brixton crown, Brixton crown Tell them boys we don't bow down Money long, and the line stay full Big house dreams and a wicked little pull [Verse 2] Man chat 'bout gals like they all in line But the real ones know, you don't buy time I seen fake love in a gold chain grin Seen a man lose more than he put in So I keep my circle tight and cold One strong code, one set goal Might come through in a brand-new ride But I still know every cut-through side From the estate to the private gate Same hunger, same weight, same fate I want land, not just flex for the pic Real cash moves, that's the grown-man trick Big house, long drive, fresh cut grass No more sprinting when the patrol cars pass And the girls say I got that edge 'Cause I talk straight and I stay on pledge I don't brag, I just show and prove Make one turn and the whole team move [Pre-Chorus] Run it up, then run it again Turn that pain to the money we spend Hands on the wheel, eyes on the prize Nothing but grit in the borough boys' eyes [Chorus] Brixton crown, Brixton crown I want the whole thing, big amounts Big house, big yard, big rooms Count that bread till the sun come through Brixton crown, Brixton crown Tell them boys we don't bow down Money long, and the line stay full Big house dreams and a wicked little pull [Bridge] From the cold flat steps to the million view Same scars on me, but the dream grew too If I made it out, then you can too Borough boy truth, that ain't nothing new One day keys in a leather palm Next day peace in a better calm No more running when the heat gets near Just long-term wins and a crystal clear [Final Chorus] Brixton crown, Brixton crown I want the whole thing, big amounts Big house, big yard, big rooms Count that bread till the sun come through Brixton crown, Brixton crown Tell them boys we don't bow down Money long, and the line stay full Big house dreams and a wicked little pull [Outro] Brixton Borough boy Yeah (Big house talk, real life choice)
