Socks and sliders everywhere and every day
Full English breakfast at a caff, not a café
No, no, baby, we don't let strangers come our way
But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
Meet me at Morley's, best fried chicken is in South
I'll show you [A7gangsters, don't you [A7go ɾunning your mouth
Mopeds are ɾacing, two AM outside my [A]house, oh yeah, it's loud
But come to [C7]my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood
Oh, you [A7should come to [C7]my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood
You should come to [C7]my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood
Yeah, you [A7should come to [C7]my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood
You should come to [C7]my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood
Barely anyone at school after fifteen
We're chasing paper then Blue Borough should be [Am]green
I won't lie, finding a way out is our dream
But you [A7should come to [C7]my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood
Top floor of Pepys estate, we'll show you [A7our world
That building turns you [A7to [C7]a woman from a girl
Now time to [C7]stop, life flashes past you [A7in a whirl
But you [A7should come to [C7]my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood
On these stɾeets, these stɾeets
In the dark, we glow
On these stɾeets, these stɾeets
We're high when it's low
On these stɾeets, these stɾeets
Through concrete, flowers grow
In my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood
You should come to [C7]my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood
I'm from a hood where niggas make their money, then they move
The woman in the Caribbean shop is always ɾude
Tryna get a patty just to [C7]compliment my [A]food
So why you [A7gotta tell my [A]friends to [C7]move?
No, we gotta balls the food when we see the feds spin it
Bare "wah gwan"s, I ain't seen you [A7for [Dm7]a minute
Coming from the land [Bm]of wings and [Bm]chicken filets
Where you're from, man won't be [Am]able to [C7]ɾead but he can bill it
You can see why that's a problem, any given problem
Staring in my [A]face? I'mma ask you [A7"what's the problem?"
You can be [Am]Bane or you [A7can be [Am]Robin
But we've had a lot of Dark Knights living up in Gotham
Man, there's babies having babies, man, it's crazy up in my [A]hood
Shit's got [Fm7]me praying that I die good
Where we'd ɾather buy guns before we buy books
Where they left us in the dark, so we light kush, my [A]hood
There's no place like [F]home, no place like [F]home
Buy me any ticket, I don't wanna go
To a town where there's no one like [F]me 'round
Don't take me there or anywhere
Yeah, oh, no no no
Oh, no no no
Oh, no no no
Oh, no no no
On these stɾeets, these stɾeets
In the dark, we glow
On these stɾeets, these stɾeets
We're high when it's low
On these stɾeets, these stɾeets
Through concrete, flowers grow
In my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood
You should come to [C7]my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood
Yeah, you [A7should come to [C7]my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood
You should come to [C7]my [A]hood, my [A]hood, my [A]hood