[Intro/Hook:]
London, reppin-reppin
L-London, L-London, reppin hard
L-L-London, London, reppin, reppin, reppin
London, reppin hard, hard
London, reppin, reppin, reppin
L-L-London, reppin hard-hard

[Verse 1: Cerose]
Do it for the Queen
F'n cold European
The ... came in clean
All the way from ...
And we run the scene
I love the fucking fiends
Just wanna touch my dreams
And make it out these dungeon streets
To Riverside apartments
Wear Italian garments
Flawless diamonds from the Jeweller down in Hatton Gardens
London reppin hard
Make a n***a leak overseas
Thought it was BBC and Cups of Tea
Get to know the speech
Smokin weed and spliffs
Gucci's are a fit
Stick Shift on the German whip
And we don't pay for tricks
Play away on trips
With the baddest bitch
Jamaican-Chinese lighty mix
Buy the stiff
Supply the rich
On some loner tip, slash Kerry Katona shit
A UK reppin man, but I'm from London town
Real n***as linking up and making fucking pounds
[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Ghetts]
Reporting live from the LDN
Sick thoughts inside an unhealthy head
I got a victim standing in front of me
Both hands straight up, 12 PM
I'm out here, tryna get the belly
Losing hope, too many failed attempts
And a failed attempt don't help the Reds
So I'm ready to take whatever the world presents
I got a London mentality
Mixed with a gunman's insanity
I keep calm when it's going off
I know how to function in anarchy
Nobody can work me out when we first meet
That's why assumptions embarrass me
I don't know what you pictured
But when you witness the real you'll be stunned in the gallery
I wanna see numbers in action
I'll work 'till my body goes numb for a salary
No days off, an' I work from morning to morning
So I wanna call this a day job
Graveyard shift, and it's haunted
Still, I ain't cutting any corners
None of my friends are born with a fortune
I went to school with the Paupers
I don't consider myself a boss but that's the only way to describe my sort of importance
I'm a Londoner
From the bottom, I was under ya
I came up like a rookie and I promise that I've done the dance
Now I'm backstage, mad waved
Yeah...half an eighth and a crumbler
I'm a Londoner
[Hook:]

[Verse 3: Black The Ripper]
I'm reppin London hard
Wear string vests like I'm back at yard
Comfy out here
You man look vexed; you're grumpy out here
I've got my shades on; it's sunny out here
Goons on deck, so touch me, I swear
It's gonna get messy
You man can't test me
Both of you want that shit, don't impress me (it don't)
I've got a wave, no jetski
Trill but deadly, call me Joe Pesci
They want me dead, so why don't they dead me (they're all fake, blood!)
When I see 'em on road they bread (truss)
This scene don't make no sense G
And the road to riches is lengthy
I don't like waiting
I try be patient but the frustration always gets me (Always!)
I'm still live on set (still!)
Still smoking weed 'till my eyes are red
Still in the ends
I ain't gone nowhere
Picture me road, got a better chance seeing me with no hair
Fuck your advice I don't care
London city, I'm known here
People make threats but they won't dare
Try send for me, you'll get cold air
All the girls want me because I'm so rare (I'm rare!)
Fuck a job, I'm on the block
I still buy whatever I want the whole year (standard!)
Got the mind of a winner
Life of a sinner
Fuck a bitch, I cook my own dinner
So independent, setting the trends
There's no time to waste
If you can't make money, we can't be friends
I'm from London
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