yungandthegifted_

[Verse: Skepta] Yeah, I’m in my zone Livin the life of the young and gifted In the studio, run out of drink, all we got is some weed and biscuits I'm supposed to be writing Instead I'm daydreaming about doggy-styling Kate Winslet Snap out of the dream Pass me the lighter let me light up the green A million words in my head Tryna think about punchlines that I haven't already said I wanna write a diss track but my enemies are already dead I only smoke one spliff but my eyes are already red I'll be waiting til the cows come home For man to offer me a biscuit cos I don't normally beg Open up the pizza box we got earlier but it's full of crust and corn We've been here so long I just heard the speakers yawn I go hard like Jason Bourne These other MC's remind me of Mr. Bean and Johnny English reborn But I still beep my horn Screamin' team UK Cos that's where I made my name That's where I made my change That's where I fucked up them pussyholes when they tried to pop my chain Nothing but true facts that I speak on the track Real n***as know where the real n***as at I'm a good youth but I will fight back Out to the mixed-race, white and black Fake G's all over the place If you put it on me you better put something over your face Cos I won't snitch I'll tell the officer I don't wanna press no charges I'm closing the case Discharge myself from the hospital Fuck the constable Go home and deal with the beef like sunday roast on a plate See I grew up in London Where the olders talk, but the youngers ain't listening I was given dirty looks by the priest at my christening No food in the kitchen Two brothers, one sister'n Right now you're listening to the oldest sibling And I get so much cake I might change my surname to Kipling Yo pull up that man Pull up that man Pull up that Pull up that Pull up that bro