Killa Ki, Skepta - Inna London lyrics
Skepta [Joseph Olaitan Adenuga Jr.] Tottenham, London, England, U.K. 🇬🇧
[Killa Ki, Skepta - Inna London lyrics]
Boom Productions
This that inna London gangster shit
Pecknarm up the top now
Yeah we're making hit's (Come on)
The links been here for years
But now we're patterning (yeah)
Long overdue but, yeah cuz, it's happening
I was up in Tottenham in '08
Up in the yardie dance, strap
I'm a known face (Fact)
But they show me love i felt at home mate
Yardie ting whining up on me
Felt my trey-eight (Ugh)
And I ain't running joke (Nah)
The amount of man that diss
The ting got smoke (Agh)
Sittin' in the dark, just me and my pole
I'm laughing, 'cuz I can see my opps go
Told you before you better be scared
Click-klack boom, 'cause your brains
Better trip out 'cause here comes the feds
Better got badders in bed
Yes, money, drugs, murder, and sex
Fresh to death, I do facts the best
So it's only right that I link up with Skep
We two artists that know how to flex
Black Gang original more time we rev
Middle are beefing, yellow on ends
Spectators think I'm mad in my head
I'm fine, I was just laughing at death
What'd you know about laughing at
A last mans breath
Then acting shocked when you
Hear of his death?
Up in school in the red avex
Trap line rings then I fly in the fence
Flowing like the river, it's Killa
Ain't any rapper realer
Dropped my first album out a deal, I'm jigga
(Hm-m)
Who said I ain't got flows? They're a fibber
Don't push Skeppy 'cause he's
Close to the edge turn a nigga dolphin
You get a hole in your head (Splash)
You never fell asleep with the
Smoke in the bed (Nah)
When you see me in the street
You better show some respect (Skep')
Yeah I could bill a line or
I could bill a new song
I'm from the Yellow Brick block pussy
Where are you from? (Huh)
Pocket full of pebbles
Tryna get the food gone
I was tryna make a milli
It was taking too long
Had to switch it up, still go to the stu'
With the flicky tucked
Spittin' facts, I keep it 100
Always been a buck he said he's on me
Still I'm outside, I don't give a fuck
He's a liar
Treat him like a flier when I stick him up
(Stick him)
Man had a trey-eight, man had a neener
I was in the dance with a whole lot of heat
It's a new day, manna tryna make dough
And I only answer the phone for the fiend
Please don't talk about KK mode
That's something man don't want to see
I pay the big costs to be the boss
That's big facts and I
Could show the receipts
If I pull up with Ki in the rave
Gyal drop dead when they
See the suicide doors that's Harley shirts
Louis V pieces that're never going in store
(Ice) call me international S
Every two months, manna going on tour
I just mash up the stage and leave
That's an encore and a round of applause hmm
True stories standing ovation
The Farda, Big Smoke london city shit
Greaze fumez The Engineer
This that inna London gangster shit
Pecknarm up the top now
Yeah we're making hit's (Come on)
The links been here for years
But now we're patterning (yeah)
Long overdue but, yeah cuz, it's happening
I was up in Tottenham in '08
Up in the yardie dance, strap
I'm a known face (Fact)
But they show me love i felt at home mate
Yardie ting whining up on me
Felt my trey-eight (Ugh)
And I ain't running joke (Nah)
The amount of man that diss
The ting got smoke (Agh)
Sittin' in the dark, just me and my pole
I'm laughing, 'cuz I can see my opps go
Told you before you better be scared
Click-klack boom, 'cause your brains
Better trip out 'cause here comes the feds
Better got badders in bed
Yes, money, drugs, murder, and sex
Fresh to death, I do facts the best
So it's only right that I link up with Skep
We two artists that know how to flex
Black Gang original more time we rev
Middle are beefing, yellow on ends
Spectators think I'm mad in my head
I'm fine, I was just laughing at death
What'd you know about laughing at
A last mans breath
Then acting shocked when you
Hear of his death?
Up in school in the red avex
Trap line rings then I fly in the fence
Flowing like the river, it's Killa
Ain't any rapper realer
Dropped my first album out a deal, I'm jigga
(Hm-m)
Who said I ain't got flows? They're a fibber
Don't push Skeppy 'cause he's
Close to the edge turn a nigga dolphin
You get a hole in your head (Splash)
You never fell asleep with the
Smoke in the bed (Nah)
When you see me in the street
You better show some respect (Skep')
Yeah I could bill a line or
I could bill a new song
I'm from the Yellow Brick block pussy
Where are you from? (Huh)
Pocket full of pebbles
Tryna get the food gone
I was tryna make a milli
It was taking too long
Had to switch it up, still go to the stu'
With the flicky tucked
Spittin' facts, I keep it 100
Always been a buck he said he's on me
Still I'm outside, I don't give a fuck
He's a liar
Treat him like a flier when I stick him up
(Stick him)
Man had a trey-eight, man had a neener
I was in the dance with a whole lot of heat
It's a new day, manna tryna make dough
And I only answer the phone for the fiend
Please don't talk about KK mode
That's something man don't want to see
I pay the big costs to be the boss
That's big facts and I
Could show the receipts
If I pull up with Ki in the rave
Gyal drop dead when they
See the suicide doors that's Harley shirts
Louis V pieces that're never going in store
(Ice) call me international S
Every two months, manna going on tour
I just mash up the stage and leave
That's an encore and a round of applause hmm
True stories standing ovation
The Farda, Big Smoke london city shit
Greaze fumez The Engineer