Boom Productions
What's good Grind?
Tell you H
Tell 'em 'bout growing up on the old estate
What, Gloucester Grove?
**** know the place
Ah shit them was the golden days
Fam to me that's just the olden days
But I'll remember that shit when I'm old and grey
Me and Lat driving 'round with them stolen plates
Ah, shit, them times when I used to roll with Fraze
I was chilling with the same crew lat, titch fess
C'mon, bruv, I know the names too
Broke days, every day putting on the same shoes
I remember writing on the wall and I blamed you
Mum, asked who ate the biscuits and I named you
Bruh, it was you
C'mon, bruv, you did the same too
Remember sometimes, fam, I took the blame too
I remember once you took a beating, I was grateful
I'm reminiscing 'bout shit
Me and Joe Grind gonna tell 'em 'bout it
Gunna Dee, you remember how it is
Stuck in the hood, it's time to get the hell up out it
I'm reminiscing 'bout shit
Joe Grind, tell 'em 'bout it
Gunna, you remember how it is
Stuck in the hood, let's get the hell up out it
I remember mum dropped us at our dad's house
Spend, Gunnar D, YG, and a bad mouse
Lil' Gunna stuffing food in his fat mouth
I used to think you ain't my bro, move your black self
Spend used to run around the house raising mad hell
YG always getting outta beats, he used to black, well
We was on it so we wasn't watching dad's belt
I was a little bit soft so the meds helps
'Cause YG used to always try and beat me up
They had all the new toys, that used to eat me up
I used to get heated up
It was the last straw when dad got the cigarette
I was a sweet kid, sweeter than a sweetie shop
Until I thought of something that I need to cop
I remember when we used to wear them odd socks
Fast forward now we popping up in them odd spots
I'm reminiscing 'bout shit
G and Joe Grind gonna tell 'em 'bout it
Gunna Dee, you remember how it is
Stuck in the hood, it's time to get the hell up out it
I'm reminiscing 'bout shit
Joe Grind, tell 'em 'bout it
Gunna, you remember how it is
Stuck in the hood, let's get the hell up out it
Let's take it back to the Mega Drive
Super Nintendo got terrorized
I remember when your wrist got paralyzed
I was playing heat jumped off of the slides
I got it all memorized
'Cause these are my memories and I'm tellin' guys
Tell 'em Grind
I'ma tell 'em why
We should tell 'em 'bout now in the present time
These are better times
Now every day the youth mans getting prison time
Committed several crimes, stood up in the dock
Gave the judge a devil's smile
Two types of ****
You can sell or buy
Murked the rap game
'Cause we pushed the levels high
**** better start telling guys
Ain't no snitching 'round here, you can tell and die

Writer(s): Giggs, D. Thompson, M. Thompson & Shawn Richards.