Skepta - Lukey World lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

This one’s for Lukey

I love my family

Youngest that ever do it the best

But you never get safer, trust me

(Hook)

I cry tears in my cup of Hennessey for these fucked up memories

I cut niggas off with ‘em bad vibes and ‘em fucked up energies

Shouts to the niggas that don't like me, shout out to the ones that are reppin' me

Shout out the niggas that tried to finesse me, but I'm too plugged and mentally

Heard that pussy won’t takin’ shots, but he's just a wanna be Rooney

I got niggas on standby, man I got niggas on duty

Your life is like a talk show, trust me, that ain't no movie

Never ever gonna be a top boy, never ever gon’ be Lukey

(Verse)

You said : "Skepta, next year don't wanna see any of the man down on the block"

Said that he's gon’ make me proud, Track suit Mafia, straight to the top

Said when the money comes in, then all of the man down are settin’ up shop

You told me man are gon’ be smilin’, told me champagne gon’ pop

I can hear your voice in my head like: "Skeppy, keep movin’ forward"

You shutdown from Texas to North , stay low key, stay ghost

Like Patrick Swayze and Demy Moore and don't watch ‘em mans corners

Do what you want and say what you feel, don't care if it makes things awkward

Supposed to be grievin’, but instead I'm in the hood with the whole team schemin’

Supposed to be leavin’, but I stay right here cuz my heart still bleedin’

I know that we ain't been eatin’, and I know that we ain't been sleepin’

But whatever mom wants, that's what mom gets, everybody better put their pies in

Man are gon’ pay by cash, yes, man are gon’ pay by card

Coz I know that if it was one of us, trust me, Lukey would have gone hard

So many reefs of flowers, I looked to the sky man, I need some powers

Cuz I feel like time's runnin’ out man, I need more hours

Just last week were talkin’ 'bout your mixtape droppin’

We couldn't turn up at Oscar's studio, so we had to work with Collin's

We were gettin’ shit poppin', now I'm on Google searchin’ coffins

Tings confusin’ man, different man

(Hook)

[Outro]

Lukey World, Lukey Lifestyle man

Trust me, Track Mafia forever