Pedal Power Hustle

[Verse] Early morn, alarm buzzin', lids heavy, hit snooze, Mum yellin', I'm rebellin', cause I wanna just cruise. Tracksuit on, lookin' slick, bike's my vehicle of choice, Two wheels spinnin', South London reppin', makin' noise. [Verse 2] Barclays bike – my stallion, concrete my jungle, Life's a race in this rat race, no need to fumble. From Peckham Rye to Wakaaranga's gate, Dodgin' potholes, grindin', no time to skate. [Chorus] Pedal power, never tire, School on lock, reach higher. Chain's my necklace, spokes my gems, South London livin', gettin' them M's. [Bridge] Helmet crooked, style rad, uniform skewed, Pass the cabbies yellin' "lad, gotta keep a good mood." Double-decker bus, sidestep, no delay, Work ethic prime, keeps the laziness at bay. [Verse 3] Homework strapped tight, double-wrapped in my bag, Brains flexin', no restin', got my own hashtag. Lessons hittin' hard, maths to English lit, Cycle’s just the warm-up for this daily cognitive fit. [Chorus] Pedal power, never tire, School on lock, reach higher. Chain's my necklace, spokes my gems, South London livin', gettin' them M's.