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[Intro]
The victim, whose name currently cannot be disclosed
Is now among over 51 young people who have been fatally stabbed in London this year alone
(Nodaysoff)
Last month more than 250 knives and swords were seized—

[Verse 1]
Ayy, made in the manor
I take off my Dsquared² top that I rock and I place on a hanger
Just touched home from the motive, text, "Get home safely," to Anna
I see man have got plenty to say when I'm out
But they never ever say it when the gang are
Can't take man for a spanner
Next time, man, I'm taking a dagger
Now I'm staring at my open door
Marj in the hallway, bawlin' talking 'bout, "How'm I gettin' home by four?"
Big man at seventeen, can't be stuck at my home no more
Mum sayin' stuff 'bout openin' up but that's what the bros are for
(That’s what the bros are for)

[Chorus]
Man I got hoes some days
And wanna be alone some days
True say I be at home some days
And drillin' with the bros some days (Drillin')
We was on the field and the no go ends
While you're chilling with your mum at home (Home, home, home)
Three man up in a four-door Benz
While you’re chilling with your mum at home (Home, home, home)
Can't you see London's burning?
And you can't duck this smoke (Burn)
Man know 'bout serving
Man know 'bout the pot and stove (Aye, aye, aye)
Feel like I been on the road most days
But true say I never been home (Home, home, home)
Mum told me, "Come home," some days
But true say I never did go (Go)
Wait, true say I never did—

[Verse 2]
Anna
This chick that I text from college
Steady tryna learn 'bout man
But I'm just tryna get this knowledge
Always chasing these wotless guys I, bet you them man ain't on it
I bet if gang put it on 'em
I bet them man run like Forrest
WhatsApp call from my guy
Said he got a vibe, (When?) Tonight
Then he pulled up around nine
Text, “Can't you see me blud? I'm outside”
Quickly jump in my Nikes, hardly need to change clothes
Walk out the door to see mumsy nagging askin' me to stay home
(Steups) No

[Chorus]
Man I got hoes some days
And wanna be alone some days
True say I be at home some days
And drillin' with the bros some days (Drillin')
We was on the field and the no go ends
While you're chilling with your mum at home (Home, home, home)
Three man up in a four-door Benz
While you’re chilling with your mum at home (Home, home, home)
Can't you see London's burning?
And you can't duck this smoke (Burn)
Man know 'bout serving
Man know 'bout the pot and stove (Aye, aye, aye)
Feel like I been on the road most days
But true say I never been home (Home, home, home)
Mum told me, "Come home," some days
But true say I never did go (Go)
Wait, true say I never did—

[Verse 3]
Aight, certi, touched at 11:30
Went and stopped at my bredrin's yard, weren't tryna to get there too early
My bredrins say when I drink this hard, then a minor issue will stir me
Then I turned my head and see Anna, with some guy that's moving too thirsty
Like, "Where did they find this donny?
Ladies man yeah? Think man's funny?
Come we get him wrapped, come and take man's money
Matter of fact mans gonna confront him"
Walked up, pushed him and said, "What's good?"
Looked at me confused and he said, "Nothing"
She was like, "Babes wait stop it"
Weren't gonna ching man, I was just bluffing
But I can't just stand there discussin'
Least not in front of Anna
Gotta come badder
Matter of fact, matter of fact
Where's man's dagger?
What did it drop in the car from my pocket
Nah wait, nah wait, my dog has got it
Then out of the blue
Went and put it in his right hand
Then he dipped my man right in the stomach (Shit)
Now they got man running
On my life, I taste vomit
Ten toes to the Benz, man I ended up throwin' up on the bonnet
Now I hear sirens, while we were tryna zing up the road
Then I looked down and I see bare missed calls
That's mumsy ringing my phone
I shoulda went home

[Chorus]
Man I got hoes some days
And wanna be alone some days
True say I be at home some days
And drillin' with the bros some days (Drillin')
We was on the field and the no go ends
While you're chilling with your mum at home (Home, home, home)
Three man up in a four-door Benz
While you’re chilling with your mum at home (Home, home, home)
Can't you see London's burning?
And you can't duck this smoke (Burn)
Man know 'bout serving
Man know 'bout the pot and stove (Aye, aye, aye)
Feel like I been on the road most days
But true say I never been home (Home, home, home)
Mum told me, "Come home," some days
But true say I never did go (Go)
Wait, true say I never did—

[Outro]
An update has just come in on the incident
The police have apprehended three suspects caught speeding in a black Mercedes, a couple of miles from the stabbing
Let's go over to our correspondent who is currently live at the scene