London Life pt2

London life, yeah we move in the shadows, Night bus dreams, big plans in the boroughs, Cold wind bites but the hustle stays warm, I was made in the rain, I was built in the storm. London life, yeah the grind don’t stop, From the block to the booth, I’m aiming for the top, Fog in the air but the vision stays clear, I’m the voice of the ends that they need to hear. Step on the block, that Ends of London pressure, Chase big goals, man I’m huntin’ for treasure, Phone keeps buzzin’, that’s the rap‑fame call, But I still stay grounded like I never left school. Grey‑brick city with a gold‑heart centre, Every postcode got a story to enter, Croydon nights with the streetlights flicker, Dreams move slow but the heart beats quicker. Man’s seen struggle but I still stay steady, Life hit hard but the bars came ready, I don’t chase clout, I just chase my lane, If the world goes mad, I still stay sane. Night bus dreams, big plans in the boroughs, Cold wind bites but the hustle stays warm, I was made in the rain, I was built in the storm. London life, yeah the grind don’t stop, From the block to the booth, I’m aiming for the top, Fog in the air but the vision stays clear, I’m the voice of the ends that they need to hear Southside roots with a worldwide vision, Every bar I spit got a London precision, Cold‑heart city but the soul stays fire, I’m the kid from the ends that refused to retire. Train doors beep, man I’m writing my schemes, Bars on my phone, yeah I’m chasing my dreams, From the Thames to the blocks where the youth still roam, I’m tryna turn this grind to a permanent home. Eli flow with a London twist, Every beat I touch gets slapped like this, I don’t flex jewels, I don’t flex chains, I flex my story and the weight of my pains. Concrete jungle but I walk like a king, Every setback taught me how to swing, Life ain’t sweet but the bars stay raw, I’m the storm in the city that they can’t ignore. London life, yeah we move in the shadows, Night bus dreams, big plans in the boroughs, Cold wind bites but the hustle stays warm, I was made in the rain, I was built in the storm. London life, yeah the grind don’t stop, From the block to the booth, I’m aiming for the top, Fog in the air but the vision stays clear, I’m the voice of the ends that they need to hear.