Proud - Young Spray, Wretch 32, CHIP

Growing my hair, getting my power back

On a Samson vibe up from a shower cap

Now I cut my hair 'bout three times a week

Growing up I sat down for half an hour plaits

Them times I wasn’t too fussed about the shape-up

Suit wasn’t tapered, the roof might be taped up

Nowadays I jump in a coupe, the roof’s raised up

Funny how this is a disgrace to how I was raised up

See, I used to watch my mother scrape the pennies

Now my pennies replaced with Fendi

Still a hole in my jeans, but now it’s trendy

I used to follow their lead but now I’m trending

Reminiscing on them days Wretchy didn’t need P

Playing kiss chase, they didn’t wanna kiss me

Funny how success can define greed

When I was on my face, I found it easier to sleep

£5.99 for my bag for school

The other day I saw a girl with Louis bag and shoes

As the world spins, we’re getting blinded by the wind

We was wearing Wallaby’s, now they’re wearing Timbs

Used to make my ringtone, now I make my rings

Devil’s wearing Prada, yeah, we’re paying for our sins

And I ain’t even saying Totty’s gonna take the league

But as long as I’m throwing up a T, we’re gonna win

I ain’t proud to say

I grew around killers

See, my mother never raised me

To be anyone’s dinner around here, round here, round here

You can lose your life round here

Ain’t too many ways out round here

Around here, around here

Around here

One thing about Spray, you know we ain’t fronting

And if I had another chance, I wouldn’t change nothing

I’d still be on the block with the same something

And if I got a problem, I’d still say something

I miss back in the day, when the game wasn’t

Taken so seriously, we just stayed buzzing

Walking home from school, me and my bait cousin

We never had no tool because it weren’t that

Give me my innocent years back

Let me begin again, I’ll sin again

Still end up on that island just like Gilligan

Asking the lord why they killed my friend

Mummy raised a good boy, the streets raised a bad one

Grew up in the hood, boy, a dad, I never had one

No excuses but I’m mad I never had one

Cause on her own, how could Mummy cope with her bad son?

I’m representing children on an estate

Where your enemy used to be your best mate

Where every day could be your death day

We’re just left with what’s left, mate

Why’s it gotta be this way?

I keep asking

Why’s it’s gotta be this way?

I don’t wanna feel this pain

I need answers, I don’t wanna feel this rain

I ain’t proud to say

I grew around killers

See, my mother never raised me

To be anyone’s dinner around here, round here, round here

You can lose your life round here

Ain’t too many ways out round here

Around here, around here

Around here

I grew around killers

I grew around killers