[Produced by Skepta]
[Pre-Hook]
I don't know why man's callin' me family all of a sudden
Like hmm, my mum don't know your mum, stop telling man you're my cousin
I got day ones and I got new ones, no fake ones, trust no one
It's Boy Better Know 'til I die, tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde
[Hook]
Cause man get money with the gang
Man get girls with the gang
Man eat food with the gang
Man talk slang so the feds can't work out what I just said to a man
Told me you was a big fan, but the first thing you said when you saw me is "Can I get a pic for the gram?"
I was like "Nah, sorry man"
I only socialize with the crew and the gang
[Verse 1]
Woah, guess who's back
Came a long way from sittin' in the flats
Came a long way from when whites never used to mix with blacks
Now all my white niggas and my black mates, we got the game on smash
I used to rate your page on MySpace but you never stayed on track
Upset cause your wife is a fan, she done with a little boy
Now she wants to be with a man
Told my accountant "Do me a transfer, cause I wanna buy some land"
You and I have got different plans
Real mad man, I might go Saint Ann's
No Triple A pass, no wristbands
You are not mandem, you are not gang
[Pre-Hook]
I don't know why man's callin' me family all of a sudden
Like hmm, my mum don't know your mum, stop telling man you're my cousin
I got day ones and I got new ones, no fake ones, trust no one
It's Boy Better Know 'til I die, tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde
[Hook]
Cause man get money with the gang
Man get girls with the gang
Man eat food with the gang
Man talk slang so the feds can't work out what I just said to a man
Told me you was a big fan, but the first thing you said when you saw me is "Can I get a pic for the gram?"
I was like "Nah, sorry man"
I only socialize with the crew and the gang
[Verse 1]
Woah, guess who's back
Came a long way from sittin' in the flats
Came a long way from when whites never used to mix with blacks
Now all my white niggas and my black mates, we got the game on smash
I used to rate your page on MySpace but you never stayed on track
Upset cause your wife is a fan, she done with a little boy
Now she wants to be with a man
Told my accountant "Do me a transfer, cause I wanna buy some land"
You and I have got different plans
Real mad man, I might go Saint Ann's
No Triple A pass, no wristbands
You are not mandem, you are not gang
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