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Skepta : ACE HOOD FLOW lyrics

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Skepta lyrics : "ACE HOOD FLOW"

I've been keeping my ear to the streets
The UK run out of ideas
Everybody doing covers of American beats

If it ain't the Ace Hood 'hustle hard' flow
Then it all sounds like Rick Ross to me
This is the %#@! I'm supposed to respect?

$#&@ that ^!$$% SMD
P A U S to the E
Dunno who you're pretending to be

I don't care what gun you bang
I don't care what drug you sell
$#&@ you man

Because I got a manager, a DJ
7 MC's and five producers on my label
So before you start eating food in the game

Better bring something to the table

Too many man come in the game for two minutes

Shoot two videos, spit two lyrics
Now all of a sudden their names getting mentioned
In the same sentence as mine by the critics

What has this world come to
Man better control Z and undo
But all thanks to the love and support

I'm gassed up standing out the sun roof
And I'm screaming BBK BBK
None of them flex like BBK

And if I ever see your girl on the street
Then I'mma get arrested for TDA
Cause she knows I do it and it's real

And I don't give a %#@! who's got a deal
Cause if the game was a tray full of ice cubes
I'm the coldest and the hardest still


They thought the
All over The House video would crush me

Last week I did five shows in five different countries
The supports have still got love for me
Middle finger to the media

Hypocrites can't touch me
I'll be in Dubai eating in Nobu
Word to Dumi and T this food tastes lovely

I walk from White Hart lane to the flats opposite Tottenham police station
Payed subs to go on the radio station
Left radio jumped on the train to Leytonstone

Linked Murkle Man to make some more grime in the [email protected]&(t
Lemme show you bout dedication
Suffering from Underdog Psychosis tryna stay alive

Riding around on a bike
Blade long enough to go to jail for, more dots on me than a dice
The olders had the chips and the big macs

But didn't wanna let me have a bite
So it was just me, my cats and the foxes roaming the streets at night
Felt like I was wasting life

Put down the cling film and picked up the mic
For one whole year never got music money or money off white
But I know that Rome weren't built in a day

Looked at he end of the tunnel and saw light
Now me and JME, top 30, back to back on the iTunes site, mental


Too many man come in the game for two minutes
Shoot two videos, spit two lyrics
Now all of a sudden their names getting mentioned

In the same sentence as mine by the critics
What has this world come to
Man better control Z and undo

But all thanks to the love and support
I'm gassed up standing out the sun roof
And I'm screaming BBK BBK

None of them flex like BBK
And if I ever see your girl on the street
Then I'mma get arrested for TDA

Cause she knows I do it and it's real
And I don't give a %#@! who's got a deal
Cause if the game was a tray full of ice cubes

I'm the coldest and the hardest still

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