​​homeless nigga pop music

[Intro]
Music, I wanna do, I was always doing it
This, this feeling, it's why I get up in the morning
I don't think about nothing else, I don't open my letters
I think about music, it's always on my mind
Always on my mind, always on my mind
And I ain't just doing it for me

[Verse]
Raskit boy in the corner, I still, yeah
Bro is homeless, so low, he sold for my PC
In the corner of her room
On the floor where I've been recording over
Had to quit all the ego stroking
The lyrics could lift and humble my spirits
To the point I didn't feel it no more, uh huh
(Raskit boy in the corner, I still)
No silver spoons in my hood, just empty pockets
No candy raining, so we just singin' to Candy Rain
And desperation, an understatement
If you ain't resilient, nigga in south of the river could end up
You might end up movin' weight to put pounds in your palms
Like bodybuilders, I seen that picture
In fact, I took it, a selfie sport from the younger me
Just a Lewisham nigga, scared by the things I've seen
Uh, I bought a mic tryin' to ease all the trauma
It didn't ease how I was brought up
Homeless, lookin' at my troubled life
Thinkin' if the grass looks greener on the other side

[Outro]
Raskit boy in the corner, I still roll deep
Youngstar, gimme the beat and let me prove
London city forever, you know I still creep
Ain't no stopping me ever your best move
Live O Ghetto, I rep it with no redemption
Worldwide critics acclaim I'm big news
Showtime, main event, you can't defeat
Dizzee Ras, not on your Nelly, I can't lose