i used to dream about crazy little things like fame
in the days hangin out-side the off licence
we used to run around the streets reckless with no shame
mainly upto no good a whole world of nonsence
and when the girls walked by we would try to catch their eye
and if they didnt show face we would act immature
west girls, hackney girls since i was a cleo
a couple of west girls on my radar i was raw
and i was dead sure that i knew it all
whole world against me acted true i nearly blew it all
found it a real big struggle gettin through it all i swear
i didnt wanna listen cos i sure didnt care
not knowing from reality id have to prepare
cos money dont grow on no stick when its rare
bein world was lookin less n less a lick
plus i was growin up, life was lookin a scare
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i used to love music, it was like my hidden hobby
but i couldnt get on local radio back then
so i went to north london, a trot to tottentom to be precise
and got sum airtime on EFM
then it escalated i was gettin rated here and there
and carragot till eventually i was everywhere
i started doin all the hotspots, ministry, ceasers
palace, P Area, time and envy
i did the grim and the glamour did the poor and the plush
i didnt hang around i wanted my money in a rush
man frame in the studio at this stage
no time to chat i didnt wanna engage
i found myself a new hussle it was beautiful
and not like the one before a bit more suitable
the more challenging it got the more i thought it
made an album over hundred thousand people bout it
thank you
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to all the young girls cotchin in the stairs in the flats
to the superstar soccalings, beckhams in the makins
you can go far if u put your mind to it, your a star
dont wait--to be told just do it
try to keep school in your plans dont worry bout your mans
they'll be there in the end if there real
if they aint dont be making no effort to impress
cos you'll find they way you are just do what you feel
