Skepta - Gangsta Lyrics
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    Gangsta

    [Intro: Skepta]
    Practice hours
    Go on then
    What you mean, what you mean?
    Yeah

    [Chorus: Skepta]
    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 big P, say you got cats on the line
    You're just lyin' to yourself, fam, you better pattern up, better get back on the grind

    [Verse 1: Shorty]
    These guys tell lies
    Say that they bust guns, they ain't got nines
    Say that they shot drugs, they 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

    [Verse 2: Frisco]
    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, TBH, 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

    [Interlude: Skepta]
    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

    [Verse 3: Jammer]
    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 booky (Booky)
    Friday night, when I smoke like booky (brucky)
    Don't get nicked by the feds on duty
    Might pop corn cah my team's unruly
    Bare badmana move Shy like Snoochie (Snoochie)
    Them man there better follow my orders
    Run a man down like Sloth in 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

    [Verse 4: Jme]
    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 garms 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 pricks misuse slang
    Man are tryna get out the hood but, you were never there so you're tryna get in (What?)
    Backwards ting (What?), cool
    Make sure your hood's up when it starts raining (Serious)

    [Chorus: Skepta]
    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 big P, say you got cats on the line
    You're just lyin' to yourself, fam, you better pattern up, better get back on the grind

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