Man (Live) Lyrics By Skepta

• Artist Skepta
• Title Man (Live)
• Album Live from London

I don't know why man's calling me family all of a sudden
Like hmm, my mum don't know your mum
Stop telling man you're my cousin
I got day ones and I got new ones
No fake ones, trust no one
It's boy, better know till I die
Tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde
'Cause man get money with the gang
Man get girls with the gang
Man eat food with the gang
Man talk slang to the feds
Can't work out what I just said to a man
Told me you was a big fan
But the first thing you said when you saw me is
Can I get a pic for the gram?
I was like, no, sorry man
I only socialize with the crew and the gang
Whoa, guess who's back
Came a long way from sitting in the flats
We came a long way from when whites never used to mix with blacks
Now all my white **** and my black mates
We got the game on smash
I used to rate your page on MySpace
But you never stayed on track
Upset 'cause your wife is a fan
She done with a little boy, now she wants to be with a man
Told my accountant, do me a transfer 'cause I wanna buy some land
You and I have got different plans
I'm a real mad man, I might go Saint Anne's
Triple A pass, no wristbands
You are not man then
Tracksuit mafia, boy better know
My ones, my team
Meridian, bad blocks
London boys, active boys
You get me?
Man get money with the gang
Man get girls with the gang
Man eat food with the gang
Man talk slang to the feds
Can't work out what I just said to a man
Told me you was a big fan
But the first thing you said when you saw me is
Can I get a pic for the gram?
I was like, no, sorry man
I only socialize with the crew and the gang
They wanna see me drown
Tryna hold the man den down
'Cause I shut down Shoreditch car park and I got bars like Camden town
Out there tryna survive on the streets
Trying to not get killed over me
And I be schooling them MC's
Nobody leaves till half past three
This year I'ma teach them a lesson
Tell Grace don't reply to those emails
I don't wanna do no sessions
It's like them man have got an obsession
With my style of expression
But in public, never hear my name
Cashed 'em at the night club entrance
Man, I see can
But I'll be inside tryna get buzzed
Looking all cool like, uh
Dressed like I just come from P.E.
You're dressed like you just come from church
Better do your research
Hear my verse come after your verse
MC's act brand new 'cause they got a little money in their purse
Solo career
Over the years
Back then you was a rude top boy
But right now fam, nobody cares
Who is he? Why is he walking around with security?
I don't know why man's calling me family all of a sudden
Like hmm, my mum don't know your mum
Stop telling man you're my cousin
I got day ones and I got new ones
No fake ones, trust no one
It's boy, better know till I die
Tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde
'Cause man get money with the gang
Man get girls with the gang
Man eat food with the gang
Man talk slang to the feds
Can't work out what I just said to a man
Told me you was a big fan
But the first thing you said when you saw me is
Can I get a pic for the gram?
I was like, no, sorry man
I only socialize with the crew and the gang
Hey yo, I love every last one of you
Big shouts to everybody who made tonight happen
Boy better know forever
Today, we put the fucking flag in the moon