It's who dares wins in the city
    Sit pretty
    Locked On not Tripoli
    Get dressed for the party
    As i spit simile after simile
    
    Got the latest Nikes on my feet
    The streets merely reflect this bass line and beat
    Lock on to 102.6 the streets
    Kronenburg double doves and herbs actions speak louder than words
    Get fucked up sat on the curb
    Street geezers
    Accept me as your own
    Let me make myself at home
    I just ain't a clone
    Still got the monsta boy ring tone though
    Raised as a northern star
    With a London underground travel card.