Welcome to Preston

[Verse 1] I come from Preston Where life's kinda grey and depressing And any sunny day is a blessing Better know who you repping The man on the estate they'll be testing The weed'll make you draw for the sky like a western Everyone's under the impression If you're wearing them brand names it's gonna impress them The kids are on the roads and the 5's are arresting American culture's in the streets and infesting Would'a thought that the queens dead The way that we're all out for the queens head Kids having kids and can only just feed them Cheating on the women, they be beating on the women We might leave with other women even though we need them You ain't gotta look for a racist They're lurking you can find them in the craziest of places But this is my hometown where the bloodline live So use it as a guide when you come to the bits [Hook] Welcome to Preston Spark ya lighters up Ashtown Spark your lighters up Savick and Larches Spark your lighters up Tanny and Ingol Spark your lighters up Plungi to Broadgate Spark your lighters up Callon and Avenham Spark your lighters up Ribbi to Greenlands Spark your lighters up It's all P's' Let me see your lighters up [Verse 2] Let me take you under the belly The youth are being raised by the telly They're drinking cause their sorrows are heavy Now they drinking that Remy Young girls taking their clothes off ... till they ain't ready Stuck in the system Everybody talk, nobody listen We don't care if you've got food As long as we glisten And like, half the team are in prison A country where a little girl ain't safe, somebody's missing Now everybody cares again, man ain't never heard of them Til' they see the news and some scumbag murdered them Same old story, no-one looks until it's too late Government lie off the top of their head to pay But this is where I write, where I roll, where I lie Where I know, where I cry, where I try observe the sky Just take a second to think before you diss mine We're country mandem ... [Hook] [Verse 3] Shit fam, I'm so cray See me smoking with Closey You know I'm so blazed You see me in the scene With Dean we're not fazed And rapper wanna act up I'll put him in his place I'm in the booth like shit fam I'm so sick And all these other rappers can pretend I ain't the shit And all these other spitters can pretend I ain't the king But I still pull the strings, take a bow, kiss the ring And I'm gone..