Blow My Own Trumpet

Skepta some call me big headed
I say, thank you very much doin' it againcom
Big man ting, yo!

My teacher used to call me stupid
And I was like how can I be stupid?
I got my Walkman in my top pocket
My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve
You think I'm resting my head on my hand
Nah fam, I'm listening to music
But you never knew what I was doing
'Cause I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing
You better not get up your chair
'Cause when you come back you'll be
Sitting in the gum I'm chewing
I kept acting a fool 'til I left school
With one GCSE, screwing
Hit the road, sold drugs
Made music, got a little buzz
Then left the road for my
Supporters that showed me love

'Cause I was on the street
Could've been locked up by police
Could've ended up dead
But I found a new hustle
Yeah man, I still juggle
But I ain't no clown so like it or lump it
I'm on the road to a million pound
And I've got every right to
Blow my own trumpet
I've got every right to blow my own trumpet
Jeezy

Alright, alright, alright, alright
Back to the future
No Michael J fox, just Junior
Aka Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE
Sell raising flour, two eggs and a ruler
I went home straight to the computer
My mum told me to turn it down
A couple years later I'm in the jeweller
Picking up shit that I only dreamt
About being able to afford
I bought my dad a brand new car
Straight off the showroom floor
No it weren't a Porsche
But it meant the same thing to him
Stop smiling Dad, jump in the thing
Emotional shit, I wanna cry my eyes tingling

'Cause I was on the street
Could've been locked up by police
Could've ended up dead
But I found a new hustle
Yeah man, I still juggle
But I ain't no clown so like it or lump it
I'm on the road to a million pound
And I've got every right to
Blow my own trumpet
I've got every right to blow my own trumpet
Jeezy boy Better Know

They wanna know how I'm on a way to a mill
But still, I keep it so real
Ok I'm ready to answer the question no deal
Just me and Sam that's a good team
Right now I'm living the hood dream
Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C
Repping the UK at the BET
And Tinchy Stryder once told me
"Skepta play the game but break the rules
Even if it's a fist fight take a tool
Even if it's one per person take it all"
'Cause no one's praising Boy Better Know
For getting off the ground
So I ain't jumping off my high horse anytime
Soon 'cause it's just too far down

'Cause I was on the street
Could've been locked up by police
Could've ended up dead
But I found a new hustle
Yeah man, I still juggle
But I ain't no clown so like it or lump it
I'm on the road to a million pound
And I've got every right to
Blow my own trumpet

Sick in the head, Boy Better Know
I said I've got every right
To blow my own trumpet, jeezy
Free all my dons, from the big house
Got every right to blow my own trumpet
Boy Better Know, Ruff Sqwad, Movement
SN1, Bloodline, Meridian, Roll Deep
Alwayz Recordings successful hood brothers
You've got every right to
Blow your own trumpet
No one can't tell you nothing
Skeppy, Doin' It Againcom, respect