Lyrics Skepta – It Ain’t Safe
Text:
Hook — Young Lord:
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops x8
It ain’t safe
Verse 1 — Skepta:
Crack residue in the buttons on my phone
Black leather boots when I run into your home
Ring, ring, pussy, it’s your mummy on the phone
Niggas wanna kill me, tell them «Go and get your uzi»
Bari got the weapon in the pocket of the Ksubi’s
See me on the catwalk, you see me in the movies
Still you can end up dead when you disrespect the goonies
Hook — Young Lord:
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops x8
It ain’t safe
Verse 2 — Skepta:
The traphouse was a shithole, with my niggas
Smokin’ on some indo, looking for the police through the window
Said I’ll be a minute, of course I was an hour
Never disturb a baker when he’s mixing up the flour
Devour these criminals, stepping on my toes
I step into the party, I let everybody know
The heat will bang for a legend on the roads
So keep your hands off my bredrins and my clothes
Hook — Young Lord:
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops x8
It ain’t safe
Verse 3 — Skepta:
You say you always got the toast
But when you see my niggas you look like you see a ghost
See them on the roads getting lovey dovey with the hoes
I’ll put you in your place, forreal, you disrespect the clique
Bang brrrang dang dang, on my Lil B shit
From SoHo to the heights, they’re fuckin’ with me heavy
They know me and my gang, we’re the realest on the telly
Hook — Young Lord:
It ain’t safe for the block, not even for the cops x8
It ain’t safe
Outro:
You’ve been duckin’ from me, shawty x8
