Wretch 32, Chip, Young Spray - Proud lyrics

Regardless if we're young
We're still spraying

Growing my hair, getting my power back
On a Samson vibe up from a shower cap
Now I cut my hair 'bout three times a week
Growing up I sat down for
Half an hour plait's
Them times I wasn't too
Fussed about the shape-up
Suit wasn't tapered
The roof might be taped up
Nowadays I jump in a coupe
The roof's raised up
Funny how this is a disgrace to
How I was raised up see, I used to watch my
Mother scrape the pennies
Now my pennies replaced with Fendi
Still a hole in my jeans
But now it's trendy
I used to follow their lead
But now I'm trending
Reminiscing on them days Wretchy
Didn't need P playing kiss chase
They didn't wanna kiss me
Funny how success can define greed
When I was on my face
I found it easier to sleep
£599 for my bag for school
The other day I saw a girl
With Louis bag and shoes as the world spins
We're getting blinded by the wind
We was wearing Wallaby's
Now they're wearing Timbs
Used to make my ringtone, now I make my rings
Devil's wearing Prada, yeah
We're paying for our sins
And I ain't even saying Totty's
Gonna take the league
But as long as I'm throwing up a T
We're gonna win i ain't proud to say
I grew around killers
See, my mother never raised me
To be anyone's dinner around
Here, round here, round here
You can lose your life round here
Ain't too many ways out round here
Around here, around here around here

One thing about Spray
You know we ain't fronting
And if I had another chance
I wouldn't change nothing
I'd still be on the block
With the same something
And if I got a problem
I'd still say something
I miss back in the day, when the game wasn't
Taken so seriously, we just stayed buzzing
Walking home from school
Me and my bait cousin
We never had no tool because it weren't that
Give me my innocent years back
Let me begin again, I'll sin again
Still end up on that
Island just like Gilligan
Asking the lord why they killed my friend
Mummy raised a good boy
The streets raised a bad one
Grew up in the hood, boy, a dad
I never had one
No excuses but I'm mad I never had one
Cause on her own
How could Mummy cope with her bad son?
I'm representing children on an estate
Where your enemy used to be your best mate
Where every day could be your death day
We're just left with what's left, mate
Why's it gotta be this way? I keep asking
Why's it's gotta be this way?
I don't wanna feel this pain
I need answers, I don't wanna feel this rain

I ain't proud to say i grew around killers
See, my mother never raised me
To be anyone's dinner around
Here, round here, round here
You can lose your life round here
Ain't too many ways out round here
Around here, around here around here

I grew around killers i grew around killers