Skepta - My Crew lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] A real friend is a blessing See, real friends don't come along that often So when you got them keep them close to you [Hook: Chip] Couple brothers I'll die for Couple women I'll try for Couple n***as be hatin' still but we just stay on our grind What? n***a, you broke? That's cool, pay me no mind Couple brothers I stand by And they got a place in my heart Couple brothers I'd die for And they all know who they are [Verse 1: Chip] Real friends, I count those on one hand I'll half my plate with, I'll share my last grand I'll share my hoes with but not my wifey Enough chains in my camp, my whole crew Look icy Growing up in this cold world Real love ain't usual If I pa**ed away dead broke, they'll chip in for my funeral Pray I die of old age But if someone took my life I know three n***as that won't sleep Until someone else dies Looking at my puff joes Damn look What god done My loved ones will eat good That's word to my god sons Chicks tryna' come between my team Oh, no, I don't like those You can't f** with my team My circles virgin tight ho Tell my haters Cheerio My circle's tight like a Cheerio I know you hear me y'all You hatin' on me but you feel me though I don't care if you're on beef You can't pick me out I'm no gherkin Bad mind, can't f** with me My granny's prayer's still working [Hook] [Verse 2: Skepta] Let's raise a toast to all the real n***as in the building Everybody got they're gla**es high ‘Cause only real n***as in the building Nobody else but me and my everyday G's in my house A couple old school friends try sleep on me So f** it, lights out Now I hear these n***as sleep talking They say that I'm main stream Take me for Jason Derulo n***a I'mma slap you out of that day dream I make g's no surprise that they hate me Me and my n***as on a different page Leave them b**hes on page three What are them broke n***as gonna say to me- say to Chip? f** taking a piss I'll take a sh** Now which one of us do you aim to shoot at? Me? Chip? Take a pic You already know what the label is For BBK I'll make it flip I told JME put your money away Seven n***as on a plane I'll pay for it They keep asking why I never let them pay I told them don't ask anymore This shoe could've been on a different foot I could've walked through a different door Of course I'll die for one of my everyday G's Why you asking me for? Touch one piece of cotton on JME's Du rag And n***a you've started a war [Hook: Chip]