Skepta - Lukey World lyrics

This one's for Lukey, I love you fam
Youngest to ever do it, the best
The ends will never be the same fam, trust me

I cry tears in my cup of
Hennessey for these fucked up memories
I cut niggas off for them bad
Vibes and them fucked up energies
Shouts to the niggas that don't like me
Shout out to the ones that are reppin' me
Shout out the niggas that
Tried to finesse me
But I'm too plugged in mentally
Heard that wasteman taking shots
But he's just a wannabee Rooney
I got niggas on standby
Man I got niggas on duty
Your life is like a talk show, trust me
That ain't no movie
Never ever gonna be a Top Boy
Never ever gonna be Lukey

He said "Skepta
Next year don't wanna see any of
The mandem on the block"
Said that he's gonna make
Me proud, Tracksuit Mafia
Straight to the top
Said when the money comes in
Then all of the mandem are setting up shop
You told me man are gonna be smiling
Told me champagne gonna pop
I can hear your voice in
My head like "Skeppy, keep moving forward"
"You shutdown from Texas to
Norwood, stay low key, stay ghost"
Like Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore would
Don't watch them man's corners
Do what you want and say what you feel
Don't care if it makes things awkward
Supposed to be grieving
But instead I'm in the hood
With the whole team scheming
Supposed to be leaving
But I stay right here cause
My heart still bleeding
I know that we ain't been eating
And I know that we ain't been sleeping
But whatever mum wants, that's what mum gets
Everybody better put their Ps in
Man are gonna pay by cash, yes
Man are gonna pay by card
Cause I know that if it was
One of us, trust me
Lukey would have gone hard
So many wreaths of flowers, I
Look to the sky man, i need some powers
Cause I feel like time's running out man
I need more hours
Just last week were talking
'bout your mixtape dropping
We couldn't turn up at Oscar's studio
So we had to work with Colin's
We were getting shit poppin'
Now I'm on Google searching coffins
Ting's confusing man, different man

I cry tears in my cup of
Hennessey for these fucked up memories
I cut niggas off for them bad
Vibes and them fucked up energies
Shouts to the niggas that don't like me
Shout out to the ones that are reppin' me
Shout out the niggas that
Tried to finesse me
But I'm too plugged in mentally
Heard that pussyhole taking shots
But he's just a wannabee Rooney
I got niggas on standby
Man I got niggas on duty
Your life is like a talk show, trust me
That ain't no movie
Never ever gonna be a top boy
Never ever gonna be Lukey

Lukey World, Lukey Lifestyle man
Trust me, MWF Tracksuit Mafia forever