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Streatham

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"Streatham." - Dave

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 04:21 pm

Album: PSYCHODRAMA

Track No: 02

Look
I grew up in Streatham
Teachers was givin' man tests
Same time the mandem were givin' out testers
I got peng tings givin' man stress
I ain't gotta sex it, message or text it
I don't wanna do you and I
Like I'm in Leicester skippin' my lectures
We used to ride 'round all reckless
Stolen 'peds, that's Geely and Vespas
And the feds called my broski restless
Said he got a charge in the car, no Tesla
And everbody 'round me rowdy
I walk in, tell the jeweler, "Wow me"
If you're talkin' 'bout P's just 'low me
19, I put 19 on an Audi
I'll never forget that day that I found me the cutest caramel brownie
And the chest and back both bouncy
Trust me, everyting shake, no Saudi
My G just came out for a shooting
And Ramz done a madness, charting
Said the man got something in common
'Cause trust me, both of their tings been barking
If you see him at a drinkup, park him
Do it like Jordan, run up and spark him
My G's been on badness, way before they had a moustache like Stalin
And this ting's all love and hate, 'cause a lot of man love to hate
My young G done draws and eights
Now he's cuttin' through bricks like the 1-1-8
And I ain't on indirects, diss me and I take that personal
How you gassed off a note that's purple?
Bet you never got it off white like Virgil
Two man and an angry Merc'
That's war wit' a German, Winston Churchill
It's mad when man wanna murk you
But you know you gotta be in by curfew
And I seen a lot of man get pressured, why?
I grew up in Streatham
When teachers was givin' man tests
Same time the mandem were givin' out testers
I got peng tings givin' man stress
I ain't gotta sex it, message or text it
I don't wanna do you and I
Like I'm in Leicester skippin' my lectures
We used to ride 'round all stupid
Mitcham Lane, that's Streatham and Tooting
I'm in East tryna link my girl
'Cause I've got a baby, a crossbow like Cupid
Man are dead or in jail, that's useless
Tell a yute, "If you've got a brain, then use it"
Now I drive past man I went school with
You was the cool kid, now you look clueless
And I'm still tryna tell man, "Fuck the Audi, switch it for a Benz"
When you're tryna make it out the ends
Friends of enemies are enemies
And enemies of enemies are friends
Fuck the Benz, I switch it for a Beamer
Tell the dealer, "Need a bigger litre"
He told me he's on me when he sees me
I barely remember why we're beefin'
But I grew up in Streatham
And teachers was givin' man tests
Same time the mandem were givin' out testers
I got peng tings givin' me stress
Nudes in the message, put in an effort
But I don't need a me and you
Like when a chef would eat at his restaurant

Writer(s): Nana Rogues & David Omoregie.

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