Blow My Own Trumpet Skepta

[Intro]
Skepta
Some call me big headed
I say, thank you very much
Doin' it again.com
Big man ting, yo!

[Verse 1]
My teacher used to call me stupid
And I was like how can I be stupid?
I got my Walkman in my top pocket
My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve
You think I'm resting my head on my hand
Nah fam, I'm listening to music
But you never knew what I was doing
'Cause I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing
You better not get up your chair
'Cause when you come back you'll be sitting in the gum I'm chewing
I kept acting a fool 'til I left school
With one GCSE, screwing
Hit the road, sold drugs
Made music, got a little buzz
Then left the road for my supporters that showed me love

[Chorus]
'Cause I was on the street
Could've been locked up by police
Could've ended up dead
But I found a new hustle
Yeah man, I still juggle
But I ain't no clown
So like it or lump it, I'm on the road to a million pound
And I've got every right to blow my own trumpet
I've got every right to blow my own trumpet, Jeezy