Skepta - Still lyrics

Hello planet Earth
All this time i've known
Yeah, Skepta now I have to wait
You have to wait for them so
That they can wait for me
MSM, engineer, yeah

Yeah, they're like "what’s good G"
Same shit broski, man I’m still hustlin'
I switched up the pack, cleaned up the cash
But the trap still jumpin' (True)
Sold white on a pushbike in
My brand new jeans
So I had the right leg tucked in (Greaze)
Phone line rang so much
That the ringtone started to sound disgusting
Young boy in the kitchen with the powder
And I weren't making dumpling (Violent)
Stepped in the night show
See all the ladies start re-adjusting (Sexy)
Hat down low with the shades on
Looking like definitely up to something (Sus)
Please don’t step on my Sk’s 'cause
I ain’t down for scuffing
I look at the game from a bird’s eye view
That’s why I see everyting properly
Top boy for too many years and
Still nobody can top me
It’s me they're all tryna sound like
It’s my gang they're all tryna copy
But I never complain
'Cause I got more where that came from
(Greaze)
I got the whole game on me (Alright)
Yeah, that’s what you get when you're chosen
Better protect your shit or
Your shit gets stolen
Get covered in ice, you gotta pay the price
For your wrist to be frozen
Still I’m outside, all of my chains on
Out in the open
No security, you know the slogan
Who am I scared of? I am the omen greaze!

Ice, still reflecting skepta production

Yeah, Vivienne Westwood suit (Violent)
Lash got the drinks in the booth (Mhmm)
Dex is billing them zoots
This ain’t a video shoot (Ice)
Tangerine lemon and strawberry
Dun' kno Ayo's bringing them fruit's
(Flavors)
Asked the neighbours about BBK swear down
They're sick of them yutes (Bow bow)
We win awards, come home and Attack the Block
John Boyega when I’m acting up
Fuck lower case, I start capping up
'Till the big bad ting start backing up
Got a Spanish ting and she’s over sexy
That’s why the jokers wanna bo' select me
(Huh) but they cannot draw me out
Got the shades on, the lights don’t affect me
No watch on my wrist, no Big Timin’
Feds tryna find the whip I’m in
Pedal to the metal, this shit’s flying
Power steering, I’m slip sliding
Can’t see me, I stay too lowkey
No, we don’t do that dick riding (Grease)
I’m in my own lane just me
Yeah that’s why the plaques
In the crib shining
But forget all the numbers
We’re the top boys
Even your girl knows, it’s blatant (Mhmm)
And that’s how it’s gonna be for a while
You niggas better have some patience (Trust)
No, we ain’t on the same platform
No, I’m at a different station (True)
Can’t see my face like Jason
Happy Halloween you paigons