Man (gang) Lyrics - 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 

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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?" 

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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