Still - Skepta

They like what’s Gucci g, same shit broski man I’m still hustling

I switched up the pack, cleaned up the cash but the trap still jumping

Sold white on a pushbike in my brand new jeans so I had the right leg tucked in

Phone line rang so much that the ringtone started to sound disgusting

Young boy in the kitchen with the powder and I weren’t making dumpling

Stepped in the night show see all the ladies start re-adjusting

Hat down low with the shades on looking like definitely up to something

Please don’t step on my Sk’s cause I ain’t down for scuffing

I look at the game from a bird’s eye view that’s why I see everyting' properly

Top boy for too many years and still nobody can top me

It’s me they all tryna sound like, it’s my gang they all tryna copy

But I never complain cause I got more where that came from, I got the whole

game on me

Yeah, that’s what you get when you chosen

Better protect your shit or shit get stolen

Get covered in ice, you gotta pay the price for your wrist to be frozen

Still I’m outside, all on my chains on out in the open

No security, you know the slogan

Who am I scared of?

I am the omen

Greaze

Yeah, Vivienne Westwood suit

Lash got the drinks in the booth

Dex is billing them zoots

This ain’t a video shoot

Tangerine lemon and strawberry I was bringing them fruits

Asked the neighbours about BBK swear down they’re sick of them youts'

We win awards, come home and Attack the Block

John Boyega when I’m acting up

Fuck lower cases I start capping up

Till the big bad ting start backing up

Got a Spanish ting and she’s over sexy

That’s why the jokers wanna bo' select me

But they cannot draw me out

Got the shades on, the lights don’t affect me

No watch in my wrist, no Big Timin'

Feds tryna find the whip I’m in

Pedal to the metal, this shit’s flying

Power steering wheel, I’m slip sliding

Can’t see me, I stay too lowkey

No, we don’t do that dick riding

I’m in my own lane just me

Yeah that’s why the plaques in the crib shining

Don’t forget all the numbers, we the top boys

Even your girl knows, it’s blatant

And that’s how it’s gonna be for a while

You niggas better have some patience

No, we ain’t on the same platform

No, I’m at a different station

Can’t see my face like Jason

Happy Halloween you pagans