Against All Odds
[Chase And Status] Lyrics

I was raised in a city with no heart,
I grew up in a city with tough surroundings

Where there's no car,
It's a place where people don't waste time and get straight to work

Steppin' when it comes to be gettin' that dough fast,
People in the city are always striving to make quick money

I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler
I'm someone who works hard and makes things happen

Raised on the battle field, Born as a sufferer,
I've grown up through tough times and hardships

Before i had a deal i was still stackin' deals,
Even before I became famous, I was still making money

Get punked sell food to the costomers,
I used to sell food to customers and sometimes got robbed

Now i get love crews in the back o' the S Class,
I now ride in luxury and have a loyal group of friends

Dem cant move like dat Y'na, (I was raised in)
No one can match how I move because of my upbringing

I come from where man were done for hardly nothin'
In my hometown, people were often punished for trivial things

You can see it in the blues that I'm hardly frontin'
My music reflects the tough reality I faced growing up

Got kids with guns in the heart of London,
Even in the city, there are young people carrying weapons

Bullet proof vests ?
I'm questioning why anyone would need to wear a bulletproof vest in their own city

There's no acters and actress' barley around here,
In my city, there aren't many fake or phony people

This matches them straps of Manchesters,
The tough life in my hometown is similar to that of Manchester

Soon as you exit Stanstead you might see
As soon as you leave the airport, you'll start to see the reality of the city