Skepta - Reflecting lyrics
Skepta [Joseph Olaitan Adenuga Jr.] Tottenham, London, England, U.K. 🇬🇧
[Skepta - Reflecting lyrics]
I would hate me too
If I had the same MySpace views as you
If I saw Skepta go from sitting on the wall
To sitting in a white V6 coupe
I think I'm the best and
I call it competitive confidence, not vanity
It's not my fault them man
Have got a childish mentality
And they don't know how to make
A tune for the mainstream, radio, road man
And the stage-show at the same time
Watch what Too Many Man and Sunglasses at
Night do in two double o nine
Let me tell you why I'm the king of grime
You write a hundred million different flows
I write that classical line to last
Me my whole life time
No chorus, get me, this one's a zoners
Looking out the window
Appreciating being Joseph
And as long as I'm me and you're you
I'm the best
I wouldn't like me either
If I had a flow like yours that
Left no space for a breather
Then Skepta comes around
With a flow that breaks down
More times then a P-reg Vauxhall Tigra
To book Skepta ain't getting no cheaper
But promoters still want me to feature
You're sitting at home telling
Yourself the shit
Weed you're smoking is a creeper
It's not creeping
Stop lying to yourself fam you might
As well have bought shisha
I'm too real, nobody realer
Too deep, nobody deeper
Flow like Gus, call me the street sweeper
Danger, madness
All my Boy Better Know family
Do your stuff, don't watch no face
You get me? More money more haters
Everyone's talking, talking, talking
Ah Rolex Sweep, Sunglasses at Night
Them man ain't real, that's a joke ting cuz
Man has never been bad up in the music ting
Them man come out their yard
Put their hoods on, sit behind tinted windows
Call them self road man
Imagine if I gave them my face for one day
Shit their-self
Wouldn't even come out their yard
About victim
You think I rap way too fast and you're
Thinking this grime ting ain't the in ting
But you know what, I hear that killer
But don't mistake me for that nigga
I get mad when I think this ting got
Me spitting with people like
Boya and Saskilla
Look right, it's not what it looks like
I stay with the gang live a good life
I used to shot grams on a push bike
But I weren't a name brand like Suge Knight
I took time I kept a low profile
I had the food that make that cats go wild
Before music I had a booming line
Blud, ask T-Mobile
Trust me
One cat buying food off me in this window
Another cat buying food from President
T on the driver's side
Hold tight President T yeah, real nigga
Get me
Back in the day, doing this ting, in the whip
Singing, 07904-triple 1-242 will feed
Your whole crew you get me
Hold tight Jme my brother doing his ting
Send out to the real Boy Better Know fans
Yeah
That's been with us on the journey, send out
To the fake Boy Better Know fans, yeah
Everybody who likes this, come this way
Everybody who likes that, go that way
Yeah solo 45, '09, this one's called
This one's called, "Reflecting", yeah, Skepta
If I had the same MySpace views as you
If I saw Skepta go from sitting on the wall
To sitting in a white V6 coupe
I think I'm the best and
I call it competitive confidence, not vanity
It's not my fault them man
Have got a childish mentality
And they don't know how to make
A tune for the mainstream, radio, road man
And the stage-show at the same time
Watch what Too Many Man and Sunglasses at
Night do in two double o nine
Let me tell you why I'm the king of grime
You write a hundred million different flows
I write that classical line to last
Me my whole life time
No chorus, get me, this one's a zoners
Looking out the window
Appreciating being Joseph
And as long as I'm me and you're you
I'm the best
I wouldn't like me either
If I had a flow like yours that
Left no space for a breather
Then Skepta comes around
With a flow that breaks down
More times then a P-reg Vauxhall Tigra
To book Skepta ain't getting no cheaper
But promoters still want me to feature
You're sitting at home telling
Yourself the shit
Weed you're smoking is a creeper
It's not creeping
Stop lying to yourself fam you might
As well have bought shisha
I'm too real, nobody realer
Too deep, nobody deeper
Flow like Gus, call me the street sweeper
Danger, madness
All my Boy Better Know family
Do your stuff, don't watch no face
You get me? More money more haters
Everyone's talking, talking, talking
Ah Rolex Sweep, Sunglasses at Night
Them man ain't real, that's a joke ting cuz
Man has never been bad up in the music ting
Them man come out their yard
Put their hoods on, sit behind tinted windows
Call them self road man
Imagine if I gave them my face for one day
Shit their-self
Wouldn't even come out their yard
About victim
You think I rap way too fast and you're
Thinking this grime ting ain't the in ting
But you know what, I hear that killer
But don't mistake me for that nigga
I get mad when I think this ting got
Me spitting with people like
Boya and Saskilla
Look right, it's not what it looks like
I stay with the gang live a good life
I used to shot grams on a push bike
But I weren't a name brand like Suge Knight
I took time I kept a low profile
I had the food that make that cats go wild
Before music I had a booming line
Blud, ask T-Mobile
Trust me
One cat buying food off me in this window
Another cat buying food from President
T on the driver's side
Hold tight President T yeah, real nigga
Get me
Back in the day, doing this ting, in the whip
Singing, 07904-triple 1-242 will feed
Your whole crew you get me
Hold tight Jme my brother doing his ting
Send out to the real Boy Better Know fans
Yeah
That's been with us on the journey, send out
To the fake Boy Better Know fans, yeah
Everybody who likes this, come this way
Everybody who likes that, go that way
Yeah solo 45, '09, this one's called
This one's called, "Reflecting", yeah, Skepta