Man (Gang) - Skepta

I don't know why man's callin' 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 'til 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 "Nah, sorry man"

I only socialize with the crew and the gang

Woah, guess who's back

Came a long way from sittin' in the flats

Came a long way from when whites never used to mix with blacks

Now all my white niggas 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

Real mad man, I might go Saint Anne's

No triple A pass, no wristbands

You are not mandem, you are not gang

"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 "Nah, sorry man"

I only socialize with the crew and the gang

They wanna see me drown

Tryna hold the mandem down

Cause I shutdown Shoreditch car park

And I got bars like Camden Town

Out there tryna survive on the streets

Tryin' not to get killed by the police

And I be schoolin' MC's

Nobody leaves 'til half-past-three

This year I'mma teach them a lesson

Tell Grace don't reply to those emails

Nah, 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 mentioned

Catch them at the nightclub entrance

Always seekin' attention

But I be inside, tryna get burst

Lookin' all cool like Herc

Dressed like I just come from P.E

You're dressed like you just come from church

Better do your research

You don't wanna hear my verse come after your verse

MCs act brand new cause they got a little money in their purse

So you had a good solo career?

Had a few big songs over the years?

Back then you was a real Top Boy

But right now fam, nobody cares

Walked in the club, everybody's like

"Who is he? Why is he walkin' around with security?"

You know the postcode when you're talkin' road

Better know that I speak that fluently

I don't know why man's callin' 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 'til 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 "Nah, sorry man"

I only socialize with the crew and the gang