Skepta - Man (Gang) lyrics

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 Cause Man get money with the gang Man get girls with the gang Man eat food with the gang Man talk slang to 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 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 n***as 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 Anne's No triple A pa**, no wristbands You are not mandem, you are not gang "Tracksuit Mafia, Boy Better Know My ones, my team Meridian, bad blocks London boys, active boys You get me?" Man get money with the gang Man get girls with the gang Man eat food with the gang Man talk slang to 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 They wanna see me drown Tryna hold the mandem down Cause I shutdown Shoreditch car park And I got bars like Camden Town Out there tryna survive on the streets Tryin' not to get k**ed by the police And I be schoolin' MC's Nobody leaves 'til half-past-three This year I'mma teach them a lesson Tell Grace don't reply to those emails Nah, I don't wanna do no sessions It's like them man have got an obsession with my style of expression But in public, never hear my name mentioned Catch them at the nightclub entrance Always seekin' attention But I be inside, tryna get burst Lookin' all cool like Herc Dressed like I just come from P.E You're dressed like you just come from church Better do your research You don't wanna hear my verse come after your verse MCs act brand new cause they got a little money in their purse So you had a good solo career? Had a few big songs over the years? Back then you was a real Top Boy But right now fam, nobody cares Walked in the club, everybody's like "Who is he? Why is he walkin' around with security?" You know the postcode when you're talkin' road Better know that I speak that fluently 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 Cause Man get money with the gang Man get girls with the gang Man eat food with the gang Man talk slang to 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