London 2 LA

[Verse 1 - Frenzo Harami]
All the tears I've cried from these eyes
It's been ten years since my brudda died
When I look up I can see him in the sky
Inshallah I'll see you on the other side
We're still out here on the grind
White, brown and black, my bruddas colourblind
You were taken too soon and I wonder why
All now knife crime's on the rise
But nowadays we don't stab man, we just shoot 'em
Put bullet holes in your Aquascutum
We pump crack from Chingford to Tooting
Grab the pack from Leicester and drove back to Luton
I'm probably gonna burn in Hell
Will I change my ways? I guess only time will tell
They was with the juj man tryna learn the spell
I was in the trap house tryna turn a sale

[Verse 2 - Mr Capone-E]
I'm from the Palm Trees, some call it paradise
Sorry to ruin your holidays, that's straight lies
Don't show my eyes because my pain is real
All black shades, in L.A. shit can get real
My Eses banging for the dollar
Donald Trump tryna build a wall and close the border
Fuck him yo, I tell you it's banga
Bloods, Crips, Eses, Samoans and others
Grab your banda, a gun, not a danda
Walking on shells, don't crack like an anda akh
Ten miles just till the mosque
I'm chilling at the strip club, trapping with my Glock
Crooked cops killed my amigo
Got my Mexicans doing shahada, no more evil
But we're just people living off crack sales
They murdered my homie but I still ain't gonna tell