Lukey World Lyrics - Skepta

This one's for Lukey, I love you fam 

Youngest to ever do it, the best 

The ends will never be the same fam, trust me 

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

I cut niggas off for them bad vibes and them 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 in mentally 

Heard that wasteman taking shots, but he's just a wannabee 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 gonna be Lukey1 

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He said "Skepta, next year don't wanna see any of the mandem on the block" 

Said that he's gonna make me proud, Tracksuit Mafia, straight to the top 

Said when the money comes in, then all of the mandem are setting up shop 

You told me man are gonna be smiling, told me champagne gonna pop 

I can hear your voice in my head like "Skeppy, keep moving forward" 

"You shutdown from Texas to Norwood, stay low key, stay ghost" 

Like Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore would, don't watch them man's corners 

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

Supposed to be grieving, but instead I'm in the hood with the whole team scheming 

Supposed to be leaving, but I stay right here cause my heart still bleeding 

I know that we ain't been eating, and I know that we ain't been sleeping 

But whatever mum wants, that's what mum gets, everybody better put their Ps in 

Man are gonna pay by cash, yes, man are gonna pay by card 

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

So many wreaths of flowers, I look to the sky man, I need some powers 

Cause I feel like time's running out man, I need more hours 

Just last week were talking 'bout your mixtape dropping 

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

We were getting shit poppin', now I'm on Google searching coffins 

Ting's confusing man, different man 

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

I cut niggas off for them bad vibes and them 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 in mentally 

Heard that pussyhole taking shots, but he's just a wannabee 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 gonna be Lukey 

Lukey World, Lukey Lifestyle man 

Trust me, MWF Tracksuit Mafia forever