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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skepta
Skepta
Vocals
Frisco
Frisco
Vocals
Jammer
Jammer
Vocals
Jme
Jme
Vocals
Shorty!
Shorty!
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Adenuga
Joseph Adenuga
Songwriter
Aaron Lawrence
Aaron Lawrence
Songwriter
F. Cornwall
F. Cornwall
Songwriter
Jahmek Power
Jahmek Power
Songwriter
Jamie Adenuga
Jamie Adenuga
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skepta
Skepta
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 tryna impress g
Man can see that your man bag's empty
No need to pretend, I don't wanna hear you talk greasy again
Never shot food never shot no skeng
Talking bout gangsta I was like when?
[Verse 2]
Brother you love lie
Tryna be gangsta
You 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 big piece, say you got cats on the line
You're just lying to yourself fam
You better pattern up better get back on the grind
[Verse 3]
These guys tell lies
They didn't buss guns they ain't got nines
They didn't shot drugs they ain't got pies
Do it for the gram, I ain't got time
Everybody knows that I'm 5ft 5
But I don't come around here
Would you look at man talk,
I'll push a man to my side
I'll make a man think twice
I'll make a man look for advice
You don't wanna come around here
But you're just to high, cause the mandem switched
Up your lights Bare tings in your head like lice
Idiot, you cant sleep at night
This road thing comes at price
Ok true with a serious face
That's cause i came from a serious place
To be able to pull up this outfit
With the trainers you gotta have serious taste
Got money on my brain that's a serious chase
Cody on remand its a serious case
So when man wanna act like Tyson,
I'm like What fam? Am I supposed to be frightened?
Say you buss gun, we don't believe you,
You don't pray tbh you need to
Said that he was a bad boy, I said me too
Shoot from across the road when I see you
Fuck your war story, I been there when the beef get gory
I'm from the UK just like Dev but I'm a yard man like Corey
[Verse 4]
Tryna to be gansta
Tryna be gangsta
Your cartel are not up to the time
Tryna be gangsta
Tryna be gangsta
You better pattern up better get back on the grind
[Verse 5]
It's all an action movie
See through them but they cant see through me
Man wanna act like gangstas, when I see man
Manna move like groupies
These man happy inside but when I see man they start moving booky
Friday night, man I smoke that kooky
Don't get picked by the feds on duty
Might popcaan cause my teams unruly
Bare badman move shy like snoochie
Them man there better follow my orders
Follow man down like Goonies
I said a man hotshots, just out shoot it shoot it
Them man are sleeping, snoozing snoozing
I spend the riddem not losing
Somebody tell these idiots with 200 pound belts and shiny trainers
Please, stop trying to inmate guys on road, you can not buy status
Give a shit what garms you cop, no
Don't give a shit what cop you drop
Waste of money and time please stop
You cannot buy gansta from shop
Bare logos, bare designers
You lot are looking like F1 drivers
Even tryna chat like man, hate when I hear priss bitch use slang
Man are tryna get out the hood but
You were never there you're tryna get in
Backwards ting, make sure your hood's up when It starts raining
[Verse 6]
Yeah we did young and stupid
Now I do grown and sexy
I don't know who you tryna impress g
Man can see that your man bag's empty
No need to pretend, I don't wanna hear you talk greasy again
Never shot food never shot no skeng
Talking bout gangsta I was like when?
[Verse 7]
Brother you love lie
Tryna be gangsta
You 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 big piece, say you got cats on the line
You just lying to yourself fam
You better pattern up better get back on the grind
Written by: Joseph Adenuga
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