Gangsta - Skepta, Boy Better Know

Practice hours

Go on then

What you mean, what you mean?

Yeah

Yeah, we did young and stupid

Now I do grown and sexy

I don’t know who you’re tryna impress, G

Man, can see that your man-bag's empty

No need to pretend

I don’t wanna hear you talk greazy again

Never shot food, never shot no skeng

Talk about gangster, I was like, «When?»

Brudda, you love lie

Tryna been gangsta, you ain’t never been on one ride

Tough guy

Tryna be gangsta, your cartel are not up to the time

You man are washed up, say you got BP, say you got cats on the line

You’re just lyin' to yourself, fam, you better pattern up, better get back on

the grind

These guys tell lies

Say that they bust guns, ain’t got nines

Say that they sold drugs, ain’t got pies

Do it for the 'Gram, man, I ain’t got time

Everybody knows that I’m five foot five

But don’t come around here when your likkle man talk, I’ll punch man down to my

size, yeah

I make a man think twice, I make a man go look for advice

You don’t wanna come around here with your chest all high

'Cause the mandem’ll switch off your lights

Bare tings in your head like lice

Eediat, now you can’t sleep at night

You see this road ting comes at a price

Most came cool with a serious face

That’s 'cause I came from a serious place

To be able to pull off this outfit

With the trainers, you gotta have serious pace (Yeah)

Got money on my brain, it’s a serious chase

Co-D on remand, that’s a serious case (Mad)

So when man wanna act like Tyson

I’m like what, fam?

Am I supposed to be frightened?

(Dead)

Say you bust gun, we don’t believe you

You don’t pray TV, ain’t you need to

Say that he’s a badboy, I was like me too

Shoot from up 'cross the road when I see you (Sky)

Fuck your war story, I’ve been there when the beef get gory (Facts)

I’m from the UK just like Devlin, but I’m a yardman like Cory

Tryna be gangster

Tryna be gangster, your cartel are not up to the time

Tryna be gangster

Tryna be gangster, pattern up, better get back on the grind

It’s all an act and movie (Yeah)

See through them, but they can’t see through me (Nope)

Man wanna act like gangsters, when I see man

Manna move like groupies

These man are happy inside

But when I see man, they start moving brucky (Brucky)

Friday night, when I smoke like brucky (Brucky)

Don’t get nicked by the feds on duty

Might popcorn cah my team’s unruly

Bare badmana move shy like Snoochie

Them man there better follow my orders

Run a man down like soft and goonies (Hey, you guys)

I send a man hot shots just like shoot it, shoot it

Them man are sleeping, snoozing, snoozing

Us man are winning, not losing

Somebody tell these ediats with two hundred pound belts and shiny trainers

(Please)

Stop tryna imitate guys on road, you cannot buy G status (Trust)

Give a shit what grams you cop (No), don’t give a shit what crap you drop (What?

Waste of money and time, please stop (Trust)

You cannot buy gangster from shop

Bare logos, bare designers

You lot are looking like F1 drivers (Trust)

Even tryna chat like man

Hate when I hear bitch misuse slang

Man are tryna get out the hood but, you would never dare so you’re tryna get in

(What?)

Backwards ting (What?), cool

Make sure your hood’s up when it starts raining (Serious)

Yeah, we did young and stupid

Now I do grown and sexy

I don’t know who you’re tryna impress, G

Man, can see that your man-bag's empty

No need to pretend

I don’t wanna hear you talk greazy again

Never shot food, never shot no skeng

Talk about gangster, I was like, «When?»

Brudda, you love lie

Tryna been gangsta, you ain’t never been on one ride

Tough guy

Tryna be gangsta, your cartel are not up to the time

You man are washed up, say you got BP, say you got cats on the line

You’re just lyin' to yourself, fam, you better pattern up, better get back on

the grind