Gangsta Skepta (Ft. Boy Better Know)

[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