Biography:
RAY BLK (BLK stands for Building, Living, Knowing) is Nigerian born Rita Ekwere from south London. Aged 13, she formed 'New Found Content' with her school friend MNEK though their songs never saw the light of day. Her debut EP, 'Havisham' was released in 2015, as she studied for a degree in English Literature. It told the tale of a girl who turns against men after having her heart broken, inspired by Miss Havisham's story in Charles Dickens' Great Expectations.
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[Verse 1: Ray BLK]
F# Fm Bbm
Socks and sliders everywhere and every day
F# Fm Bbm
Full English breakfast at a caff, not a café
F# Fm Bbm
No, no, baby, we don't let strangers come our way
F# Fm Bbm
But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
Meet me at Morley's, best fried chicken is in South
F# Fm Bbm
I'll show you gangsters, don't you go running your mouth
F# Fm Bbm
Mopeds are racing, 2AM outside my house, oh yeah, it's loud
F# Fm Bbm
But come to my hood, my hood, my hood
[Link: Ray BLK]
F# Fm Bbm
Oh, you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
Yeah, you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
[Verse 2: Ray BLK]
F# Fm Bbm
Barely anyone at school after 15
F# Fm Bbm
We're chasing paper then Blue Borough should be green
F# Fm Bbm
I won't lie, finding a way out is our dream
F# Fm Bbm
But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
Top floor of Pepys estate, we'll show you our world
F# Fm Bbm
That building turns you to a woman from a girl
F# Fm Bbm
Now time to stop, life flashes past you in a whirl
F# Fm Bbm
But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
[Chorus: Ray BLK]
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
In the dark, we glow
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
We're high when it's low
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
Through concrete, flowers grow
F# C# Bbm
In my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
F# C# Bbm
You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
[Verse 3: Stormzy]
F# G#
I'm from a hood where niggas make their money, then they move
Bbm
The woman in the Caribbean shop is always rude
F# G#
Tryna get a patty just to complement my food
A#m
So why you gotta tell my friends to move?
F# G#
No, we gotta balls the food when we see the feds spin it
A#m
Bare "wah gwan"s, I ain't seen you for a minute
F# G#
Coming from the land of wings and chicken filets
F#
Where you're from, man won't be able to read but he can bill it
F# G#
You can see why that's a problem, any given problem
A#m
Staring in my face? I'mma ask you "what's the problem?"
F# G#
You can be Bane or you can be Robin
A#m
But we've had a lot of Dark Knights living up in Gotham
F# G#
Man, there's babies having babies, man, it's crazy up in my hood
Bbm
Shit's got me praying that I die good
F# G#
Where we'd rather buy guns before we buy books
A#m
Where they left us in the dark, so we light kush, my hood
[Bridge: Ray BLK]
Ebm G#
There's no place like home, no place like home
Bbm Gm
Buy me any ticket, I don't wanna go
Ebm Ab
To a town where there's no one like me round
Bbm Gm
Don't take me there or anywhere
[Chorus: Ray BLK]
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
In the dark, we glow
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
We're high when it's low
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
Through concrete, flowers grow
F# C# Bbm
In my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
F# C# Bbm
You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
Socks and sliders everywhere and every day
F# Fm Bbm
Full English breakfast at a caff, not a café
F# Fm Bbm
No, no, baby, we don't let strangers come our way
F# Fm Bbm
But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
Meet me at Morley's, best fried chicken is in South
F# Fm Bbm
I'll show you gangsters, don't you go running your mouth
F# Fm Bbm
Mopeds are racing, 2AM outside my house, oh yeah, it's loud
F# Fm Bbm
But come to my hood, my hood, my hood
[Link: Ray BLK]
F# Fm Bbm
Oh, you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
Yeah, you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
[Verse 2: Ray BLK]
F# Fm Bbm
Barely anyone at school after 15
F# Fm Bbm
We're chasing paper then Blue Borough should be green
F# Fm Bbm
I won't lie, finding a way out is our dream
F# Fm Bbm
But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
Top floor of Pepys estate, we'll show you our world
F# Fm Bbm
That building turns you to a woman from a girl
F# Fm Bbm
Now time to stop, life flashes past you in a whirl
F# Fm Bbm
But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
[Chorus: Ray BLK]
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
In the dark, we glow
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
We're high when it's low
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
Through concrete, flowers grow
F# C# Bbm
In my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
F# C# Bbm
You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
[Verse 3: Stormzy]
F# G#
I'm from a hood where niggas make their money, then they move
Bbm
The woman in the Caribbean shop is always rude
F# G#
Tryna get a patty just to complement my food
A#m
So why you gotta tell my friends to move?
F# G#
No, we gotta balls the food when we see the feds spin it
A#m
Bare "wah gwan"s, I ain't seen you for a minute
F# G#
Coming from the land of wings and chicken filets
F#
Where you're from, man won't be able to read but he can bill it
F# G#
You can see why that's a problem, any given problem
A#m
Staring in my face? I'mma ask you "what's the problem?"
F# G#
You can be Bane or you can be Robin
A#m
But we've had a lot of Dark Knights living up in Gotham
F# G#
Man, there's babies having babies, man, it's crazy up in my hood
Bbm
Shit's got me praying that I die good
F# G#
Where we'd rather buy guns before we buy books
A#m
Where they left us in the dark, so we light kush, my hood
[Bridge: Ray BLK]
Ebm G#
There's no place like home, no place like home
Bbm Gm
Buy me any ticket, I don't wanna go
Ebm Ab
To a town where there's no one like me round
Bbm Gm
Don't take me there or anywhere
[Chorus: Ray BLK]
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
In the dark, we glow
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
We're high when it's low
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
Through concrete, flowers grow
F# C# Bbm
In my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
F# C# Bbm
You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
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