Текст песни Frisco - Skepta
Whoever
said
money
won't
change
you
Tell
em
from
me
that's
a
blatant
lie
I
ain't
gonna
lie,
'course
it
will
change
you
Just
dont
sell
out
your
soul
for
a
price
Don't
lose
yourself,
I
ain't
gotta
prove
myself
to
no-one,
Frisco's
certified
More
time
over
my
side
or
your
side
Before
you
can
draw
yours
I'm
a
draw
mine
I
dont
care
if
your
with
four
guys
You
can
bring
more
guys,
more
for
the
45
Frisco
hold
the
road
like
a
four
four
drive
You
don't
wanna
get
a
box
in
your
jaw
side
Vibe
can't
die
I'm
a
keep
it
alive
While
I'm
alive
I'm
a
keep
keeping
the
vibe
As
long
as
I
keep
the
mic
in
my
right
hand
I'm
keep
on
keeping
it
live
When
you
looking
at
Skepta,
you're
looking
at
the
Canary
Wharf
and
the
Gherkin
They
better
mention
me
when
they're
talking
about
London,
nigga
I'm
murking
Sitting
in
my
bedroom,
smoking
so
much
weed
that
my
chest
is
hurting
On
a
porno
website
watching
a
sexy
Latina
squirting
How
can
a
man
owe
me
money,
but
when
I
call
him
he
don't
answer
my
calls?
No
less
than
Section
18
when
I
catch
them
fools
I
don't
care
if
he's
got
a
screw
loose,
cause
that
nigga
ain't
got
no
tools
I
don't
care
if
he's
got
a
baseball
bat,
that
pussy
ain't
got
no
balls
You
can't
educate
me
about
bagging
up
food,
I'm
an
old
school
drug
dealer
I
walk
to
the
shop
in
the
pouring
rain
for
clingfilm
and
a
Ribena
Took
the
ball
from
one
ends
to
the
other
like
Maradona
at
Argentina
I
used
to
fuck
with
the
light
more
than
the
dark
fam,
I
had
jungle
fever
Nowadays
I
got
so
many
ladies,
with
a
million
complexions
Like
Tinie
when
it
comes
to
G-Shocks,
I
got
a
crazy
dumb
collection
New
trainers
in
my
house
that
I
ain't
worn
since
Obama
won
the
election
My
flow's
so
sick
MCs
trying
to
find
our
how
I
caught
the
infection
My
name
rings
bells
in
the
UK,
trust
me,
I
make
them
jingle
But
they
love
me
all
over
the
world,
cause
they
say
my
style
is
so
bilingual
I
told
them
already
I'm
a
star
and
I
don't
need
a
label
to
make
me
twinkle
Glinting
relentless,
thinking
"where
the
fuck
are
the
fans
that
bought
the
single?!"
Knock-knock,
who's
there?
"Nigga
It's",
"Nigga
It's"
who?
"Nigga
It's
Karma"
My
mom
told
me
if
anybody
punches
me
in
the
face,
punch
them
back
harder!
Last
October
I
got
caught
on
camera
with
no
balaclava
Now
community
service
are
trying
to
turn
Skepta
into
a
gardener
The
women
at
probation
wanna
know
why
I
see
life
in
one
dimension
I'm
just
trying
to
be
a
good
man,
living
in
a
world
full
of
bad
intentions
I
see
the
devil
in
my
mentions
I
tried
to
phone
God
but
it's
like
my
nigga
ain't
got
no
reception
I
really
feel
like
letting
some
skeletons
out
the
wardrobe,
can
I
get
a
witness?
I
want
to
say
so
much
but
I
know
business
is
business
And
now
that
I'm
on
a
playlist,
I'm
not
trying
to
get
put
back
on
the
hitlist
Back
in
the
streets
of
North
London,
dipping
in
and
out
of
tea
with
a
biscuit
Frisco
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The Tim Westwood Mix
1 Westwood Freestyle
2 Supposed To Do
3 Simple Life
4 My Crew
5 It Ain't Safe
6 That's Not Me
7 Good Times
8 Frisco
9 Way Too Much
10 Red Eye to Paris
11 Ojuelegba
12 Lukey World
13 Back Them
14 Top Boy
15 Nasty
16 Castles
17 Ace Hood Flow
18 Same Shit Different Day
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