[Intro]
(Sykes)

[Chorus]
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets

[Verse 1: Bandokay]
(Band')
The old days were the best, yeah, I know (I know)
We all used to run from the five-O (We did)
Before Headie One days it was heads out, Lil Marni lookin' out to my bro's (Facts)
BC Park used to be the link up, now when we link up, we both gotta let bine go
TG, Somerset line though
I used to run in the hood, it was cool and fine though
Plus I grew up in Tangmere, so its only right I got a bust down tan, G (Tan, G)
I grew up on Rambos, fli— flickies, who would've thought I would've copped me a handy? (Ayy)
'Member seeing pops on the line, now I get shivers when I stand on that street
I lost Josh on a motorbike, pl— plan A was never the plan B
My hometown, that's T, but fuck T (Fuck T, fuck T)
Bruce Grove youth club was the best, always keepin' up with fuckery (Ayy)
Yo, me and bro went halves on a three-five, then I got a bus or cab back home if I'm lucky
SJ could've went pro (Free him), but instead he caught him a duppy

[Chorus]
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets
[Verse 2: Kush]
Yo, yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's mad, surrounded by dingers and Glocks
The ends hot, couple man been shot (Baow), I was trendin' some n***as that stopped, I hope that he dropped
O Block, one-seven, it's us, I give all the mandem my trust, they know that it's love
We was dove, had the whites, don't stop when we ride, and we roll with kitchens from mummies, no guns
We started out strong, thirty man, it was long, as time went on, couple man turned soft
But that's how it goes when you grew up in Tottenham
Tried and tested, I deal with my problem
But no lie, I got love for my hometown
I love guns, get money in my hometown
One-seven postcode of my hometown
I won't change, keep it real when it goes down

[Verse 3: Akz]
Ayy, yo
Next generation, they know my name when I get in the station
Know him from Farm, they know I'm a pagan
They know I'm a bad man, ain't writin' statements
Those from T know we not into ravin'
Throwin' up bine if I ever see shaver
They say, "Don't bring no war to a doorstep," but he shot man five minutes from a stay-in
This is our hometown
Where two guns had to be G one time, so I know I can call it the gun town
None of my bros could never get touched, I think I'ma ride 'til the sundown (My bro)
Bro-bro said, "I swear it, wallahi, it's him," then he got shot right next to his hometown
Reppin' the Farm, I ain't throwin' up T's, it ain't gonna end, so I'm throwin' up O's now
[Chorus]
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets

[Verse 4: RV]
(RV)
Back then, it was football training, community centre, payin' my stubs
Grown up now and I'm still in the field, but these new boots never come with no studs
I don't roll with man I can't say I could trust (Nope), I gotta know if it's hate or it's love
Who runs the hood? We need to discuss, if we keep it a buck, gotta say that it's us (O)
They say, "Home's where the heart is," I'm like Omarion with the icebox
Fuck Tottenham if it ain't my block, scorin' the opps, them lookin' all white washed (Haha)
They were old friends, now they my opps 'cause they two red eye like cyclops (Red eye)
Lord knows, when will the crime stop? Shaved them back in the side like a high-top (Ching-ching-ching)

[Verse 5: YF]
You know it goes down in my hometown
Used to friends but we just foes now
Rambells, you gotta keep hoes out
Drill man bait, we ain't back any phones out (Nope)
You bam-bam but still get paste
Used to play kicks on the L, now it's showdowns
On the pitch, I'ma shoot on stage, get burned like sage, you don't wanna get blown down
You don't wanna get bunned down like the high road when the feds caught Mark (R.I.P)
Was comin' together, lootin' bare shops and burnin' the cars, it burnt our hearts
'Cah it's all about unity to make some change and go more far (Far)
From time been, makin' it spark, my dogs all bite, but they also bark (Fuck it)
[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
Gang, look
On these streets

[Verse 6: Abra Cadabra]
I grew up in Kitchener Road, that's Phillip Lane, used to go Farm from time to time
Mum said, "Son, don't go to that place, even your cousin's house when it's after nine"
You know I didn't listen, I was just tryna play runouts even if it cost my life (You know)
I was on the block when a opp got (Baow), back then, that street party changed my life
First ever shubs that I stepped in, Tangmere house, year eight, what a fuckin' vibe
I miss them young days, no gunplay, more time, just a kitchen knife
Year seven, me and Bash, should have been in school, instead we was out robbin' motorbikes (Huh?)
From young, bad Badz was my broski even though we had loads of fights
Phillip Lane cage turned me to a soldier, Broadwater Farm turned me to a boss
I was with PK tryna make Rondos, I was with Kush tryna red man's top
Used to have bros on the Lane, if you see me at the Tottenham Stadium now, it's bah
Let me hear a man screamin' out, "Sky," we'll send that straight to the sky

[Verse 7: Kash]
I'm from a block where a fed got killed on (Woo-woo), where the opps get drilled on
In the hood bare frees and RIPs, they lost their member, they still ain't heal from (Nah)
Lordship Lane to the Farm Estate, ask the hometown who run this borough
We used to take trips with guys from the L, now it's trips over there and they're taking cover
And there ain't no love in man's city, is it 'cah I'm up front like Rashford?
Like, ain't gotta run to where it's parked off, come a long way from parked run like Clapham
Had a cell at Nate, so I hit that there, had man from them side, so I clicked that there
Broadwater Farm where I grew in a way, don't try to take a trip, you might end up here

[Chorus]
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets

[Verse 8: Headie One]
Kway back it was Alizé, not brandy, twenty man up, Henny up in Tangy
Before I got locked in spots, Lord knows that we had to go bury that handy (Yeah)
And 'member when Bradz was Bradley? (Throwback) And when we called R Dubz Randy? (Throwback)
Nowadays, I think everythin' fancy, but I'm praying on my come up like Lambie
Young boy, I was charged like a battery, bought a shotgun, that was comin' in handy
The pack looking bulky (Suh, suh), had to move beef all in, no Jumanji
I asked the fiends them, what did they fancy?
I hit the roads, I ain't listen to auntie
Grew on the frontstreet, but love the backstreet
So much it got covered in cranberry
Didn't last long, so I fell in for Sanje, tried take him to my spot like acne
HM Nottingham could've been Ranby
'Cah I caught a draw out like Banksy
Sadly, I had a plan A without a plan B
I'm in the penthouse, I'm with a bad B
I'm puttin' apple juice in my brandy

[Chorus]
Watched me grow
Watched me grow
On these streets
Grow
(Sykes)
Watched me grow