Skepta,
Some call me big-headed,
I say... thank you very much,
Doing it again.com, big-man ting,
Yo,
My teacher used to call me stupid,
And I was like,
How could I be stupid,
I got my walkman in my top pocket,
My headphones going into my blazer...
Sleeve, you think I'm resting my head in my hands,
Nah fam,
I'm listening to music,
But you never knew what I was doing
Cause I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewan,
You better not get out your chair cause when you come back you'll be sitting in the gum I'm chewing,
I kept acting a fool till I left school with one GCSE, s*******,
Hit the road,
Sold drugs,
Made music,
Got a little buzz
And left the road for my supporters that show me love,
Cause I was on the street,
Could have been locked up by police,
Could o' ended up dead,
But I found a new hussle,
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 got every right to blow my own trumpet jeezy,
Alright, alright... alright, alright, back to the future,
No Michael J Fox, just junior,
Aka Joseph Adenuga,
Left school with one GCSE,
Self-raising flour, two eggs and a ruler,
I went home straight to the computer,
My mum told me to turn it down,
A couple years later, I'm in the jewller,
Picking up s*** that I only dreamed about being able to afford,
I bought my dad a brand new car,
Straight off the showroom floor,
No it weren't a porsche,
But it meant the same thing to him,
Stop smiling dad,
Jump in the thing,
Emotional s***,
I wanna cry, my eye's tingling,
Cause I was on the street,
Could have been locked up by police,
Could o' ended up dead,
But I found a new hussle,
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 got every right to blow my own trumpet jeezy,
Boy Better Know!
They wanna know how I'm on a way to a mill,
But still,
I keep it so real,
Okay, I'm ready to answer the question,
No deal,
Just me and Sam, thats a good team,
Right now I'm living the hood dream,
Me, Ghetts, Giggs an C repping the UK at the B.E.T,
And Tinchy Stryder once told me,
Skepta, play the game but break the rules,
Even if its a fist-fight, take a tool,
Even if its one per-person, take it all,
Cause nobodys praising Boy Better Know for getting off the ground,
So I ain't jumping off my high horse any-time soon cause its just too far down,
Cause I was on the street,
Could have been locked up by police,
Could o' ended up dead, fam,
Found a new hussle,
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,
Sick in the head,
Boy Better Know
I said, I got every right to blow my own trumpet jeezy,
Free all my dons,
From the big house,
Got every right to blow my own trumpet,
Boy Better Know,
Rough Squad,
Movement,
SN1,
Bloodline,
Meridian,
Roll Deep,
Always recordings,
Successful.. hood brothers,
You've got every right to blow your own trumpet,
Mum can't tell you nothing,
Skeppy, doing it again.com
Respect, gone.
Some call me big-headed,
I say... thank you very much,
Doing it again.com, big-man ting,
Yo,
My teacher used to call me stupid,
And I was like,
How could I be stupid,
I got my walkman in my top pocket,
My headphones going into my blazer...
Sleeve, you think I'm resting my head in my hands,
Nah fam,
I'm listening to music,
But you never knew what I was doing
Cause I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewan,
You better not get out your chair cause when you come back you'll be sitting in the gum I'm chewing,
I kept acting a fool till I left school with one GCSE, s*******,
Hit the road,
Sold drugs,
Made music,
Got a little buzz
And left the road for my supporters that show me love,
Cause I was on the street,
Could have been locked up by police,
Could o' ended up dead,
But I found a new hussle,
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 got every right to blow my own trumpet jeezy,
Alright, alright... alright, alright, back to the future,
No Michael J Fox, just junior,
Aka Joseph Adenuga,
Left school with one GCSE,
Self-raising flour, two eggs and a ruler,
I went home straight to the computer,
My mum told me to turn it down,
A couple years later, I'm in the jewller,
Picking up s*** that I only dreamed about being able to afford,
I bought my dad a brand new car,
Straight off the showroom floor,
No it weren't a porsche,
But it meant the same thing to him,
Stop smiling dad,
Jump in the thing,
Emotional s***,
I wanna cry, my eye's tingling,
Cause I was on the street,
Could have been locked up by police,
Could o' ended up dead,
But I found a new hussle,
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 got every right to blow my own trumpet jeezy,
Boy Better Know!
They wanna know how I'm on a way to a mill,
But still,
I keep it so real,
Okay, I'm ready to answer the question,
No deal,
Just me and Sam, thats a good team,
Right now I'm living the hood dream,
Me, Ghetts, Giggs an C repping the UK at the B.E.T,
And Tinchy Stryder once told me,
Skepta, play the game but break the rules,
Even if its a fist-fight, take a tool,
Even if its one per-person, take it all,
Cause nobodys praising Boy Better Know for getting off the ground,
So I ain't jumping off my high horse any-time soon cause its just too far down,
Cause I was on the street,
Could have been locked up by police,
Could o' ended up dead, fam,
Found a new hussle,
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,
Sick in the head,
Boy Better Know
I said, I got every right to blow my own trumpet jeezy,
Free all my dons,
From the big house,
Got every right to blow my own trumpet,
Boy Better Know,
Rough Squad,
Movement,
SN1,
Bloodline,
Meridian,
Roll Deep,
Always recordings,
Successful.. hood brothers,
You've got every right to blow your own trumpet,
Mum can't tell you nothing,
Skeppy, doing it again.com
Respect, gone.