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Welcome to W10, man Under the flyover where it gets dark Listen (Verse) Step in the cold, got my bally zipped tight Man’s tryna dodge when the boydem ignite Westway shadows, we slide through the rain From Golborne Road, man are handling pain Fuck all the talking, they’re chirping online Keyboard warriors wasting my time Bitch, I’m a boss, I don’t check for the shade Only look down when the P's get made Watch for the snakes and the pagans that switch Swear down, these yutes are just acting a bitch Late night shifts, got the 808s thumping Tell the whole mandem the estate is jumping Shit gets real when you're trapping for cash Bro’s in the whip and we’re ready to dash Fuck a fake friend, man, allow all the talk Leaving them dead up on the pavement chalk No shortcuts, man, we're taking the lot Blowing up the Grove till we secure the top (Outro) Yeah W10 business Ignore what they think Dun know Look If you want to refine this West London flow, let me know: • Do you want to add a specific hook or chorus to break up the verse? • Should we add references to other nearby spots like Portobello or Harrow Road? AI responses may include mistakes. Learn more