(just gimmie me bennies back, slag, kebab, i just want a fag!) Life on the block, no postcode glamour, Kettle on boil, that's council manner, (council taxes)

Mum said "pray," but I learnt my grammar, From man with a Z and a Nokia jammer.
Out here, dreams get taxed by stress,
Feds on the block, man dodge that mess, (where are my benifits?)
Youth club shut, so we post by steps, Chat 'bout Ps and who's up next.

Cold floors, but my heart stay heated, Man get nicked, then act like they tweeted, Still in the ends where hope gets cheated, But I still rep mine, never retreated. 
Chantelle got plans, yeah she's on her grind, Sharna keep peace, real one, no hype, Alison laugh make the whole block shine, Bev light the block when the streetlights die

Tesco bag, that's lootin' gear,
Job centre next to the pub right here.
Man's in Discord, voice chat clear,
Mods on watch, can't move too weird (dave stole my sugar tin) police patrol in the high viz vans neighbour on mic with the gossip plans who nicked the motor who’s slangin grams its council rp not Amsterdam

If you know, you know. (i just want a kebab)
Council Estate RP
No Lambos, no penthouses... just vibes.
Log in
And see who's kickin' off in voice chat tonight

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Bev & Chantelle 🌹
We’re absolute stunners 🤩

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