Lyrics Skepta – Blow My Own Trumpet

Skepta
Some call me big headed
I say thank you very much
Doin it again.com

Yo, my teacher used to call me stupid
And i was like how can i be stupid?
I got my walkmen in my top pocket
My headphone goin into my blazer
See you think i’m resting my head on my hand
Na fam, I’m listening to music
But you never knew what I was doin
Cuz I’m on the ball like Patrick Ewing
You better not get up your chair
Cuz when you come back you’ll be sitting in the gum I’m chewing
I kept acting a fool till I left school
With one GCSE, screwin
Hit the road, sold drugs
Make music, got a little buzz
Then left road for my supporters that showed me love

Hook:
Cause I was on the streets
Could’ve been locked up by police
Could’ve ended up dead
But i found a new hustle
Yh 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 back to the future
No Micheal 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 mom told me to turn it down
A couple years later I’m in the jeweler
Picking up shit i only dreamt about being able to afford
I bought my dad a brand new car
Straight off the showroom floor, no it wasn’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

Hook:
Cause I was on the streets
Could’ve been locked up by police
Could’ve ended up dead
But i found a new hustle
Yh 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

They wanna know how im 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, Getts, 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 fistfight take a tool
Even if it’s a one for person take it all
Cause no one’s phrasing 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

Hook:
Cause I was on the streets
Could’ve been locked up by police
Could’ve ended up dead
But i found a new hustle
Yh 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