Spiffing Lad

[Verse] London fog, reppin' that East End grime, Tea in me hand but I'm still on the grind, Gully streets, dodgy mates, ain't no slackin' time, Big Ben tickin', life's a bloody climb. [Chorus] Oi! I'm the bloke with the Union Jack, Spitting 16's off a top hat stack, Cup o' tea, that's me, big drip, no lack, Call me Sherlock, solving life with the track. [Verse 2] Fish and chips, mate, got the streets on lock, From Manchester to the land of hard knocks, Parliament debates to the chav corner block, Mates in the pub, life's ticking like a clock. [Bridge] Watch the telly, soccer fella, pint glasses clink, Accents posh or street, differ more than you think, Brick Lane curry, yeah, got that spicy link, Right proper, innit? Ain't no kitchen sink. [Chorus] Oi! I'm the bloke with the Union Jack, Spitting 16's off a top hat stack, Cup o' tea, that's me, big drip, no lack, Call me Sherlock, solving life with the track. [Verse 3] Pound sterling, mate, sovereigns in the air, Not enough cheddar, troubles linger everywhere, Bentley dreams but a black cab fare, British nights cold, hoodie warmth we wear.