skepta – frisco lyrics
whoever said money won’t change you
tell em from me that’s a blatant lie
i ain’t gonna lie, ‘course it will change you
just dont sell out your soul for a price
don’t lose yourself, i ain’t gotta prove myself to no-one, frisco’s certified
more time over my side or your side
before you can draw yours i’m a draw mine
i dont care if your with four guys
you can bring more guys, more for the 45
frisco hold the road like a four four drive
you don’t wanna get a box in your jaw side
vibe can’t die i’m a keep it alive
while i’m alive i’m a keep keeping the vibe
as long as i keep the mic in my right hand i’m keep on keeping it live
when you looking at skepta, you’re looking at the canary wharf and the gherkin
they better mention me when they’re talking about london, n-gg- i’m murking
sitting in my bedroom, smoking so much weed that my chest is hurting
on a p-rno website watching a s-xy latina squirting
how can a man owe me money, but when i call him he don’t answer my calls?
no less than section 18 when i catch them fools
i don’t care if he’s got a screw loose, cause that n-gg- ain’t got no tools
i don’t care if he’s got a baseball bat, that p-ssy ain’t got no b-lls
you can’t educate me about bagging up food, i’m an old school drug dealer
i walk to the shop in the pouring rain for clingfilm and a ribena
took the ball from one ends to the other like maradona at argentina
i used to f-ck with the light more than the dark fam, i had jungle fever
nowadays i got so many ladies, with a million complexions
like tinie when it comes to g-shocks, i got a crazy dumb collection
new trainers in my house that i ain’t worn since obama won the election
my flow’s so sick mcs trying to find our how i caught the infection
my name rings bells in the uk, trust me, i make them jingle
but they love me all over the world, cause they say my style is so bilingual
i told them already i’m a star and i don’t need a label to make me twinkle
glinting relentless, thinking “where the f-ck are the fans that bought the single?!”
knock-knock, who’s there? “n-gg- it’s”, “n-gg- it’s” who? “n-gg- it’s karma”
my mom told me if anybody punches me in the face, punch them back harder!
last october i got caught on camera with no balaclava
now community service are trying to turn skepta into a gardener
the women at probation wanna know why i see life in one dimension
i’m just trying to be a good man, living in a world full of bad intentions
i see the devil in my mentions
i tried to phone god but it’s like my n-gg- ain’t got no reception
i really feel like letting some skeletons out the wardrobe, can i get a witness?
i want to say so much but i know business is business
and now that i’m on a playlist, i’m not trying to get put back on the hitlist
back in the streets of north london, dipping in and out of tea with a biscuit
frisco
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