Tinie Tempah - Junk Food lyrics

Junk food (that junk) Give me that junk food (that junk) I put jerk sauce on that fried chicken And watch Kung Fu b**h, I'm in a lean state Think I'm in a drunk mood So you're tryna make a clean slate? n***a, you drunk too n***a, this Junk Food I roll with the G's back in Africa My lyrics, they're colder than Canada You rappers can't speak my vernacular This is bigger than music, I'm big in the fashion About to be big on the telly None of you n***as are ready b**h, I'm done with these n***as already King of the, king of the ting, yeah, I'm taking the spot Chatty patty rappers saying a lot First they keepin' it real, they ain't making no pop Next thing you know it, they're making the pop I ain't treating these pagans, these pagans get blocked I've seen these girls getting naked a lot I hear these n***as are making a loss 2020, we gon' still be on top Selling that junk food n***a, it's live O I'm selling like Kygo Dumi, that's my bro I turned the riff into raff, fell in love with the money I stick to the math And I'm still addicted to rap Yeah, I've got the gift of the gab Look what I did with the deal Turned 150 racks to a meal f** your emotions, man, f** how you feel Show them it's possible, show them what's real You think you're bad cause you listen to Future But you ain't got one thing yourself You can't even come out your shell Blud, I can tell, I can tell Man have done too many handshakes Understand when a man's fake when he's shaking mine And I done too many mixtapes And I weren't a swagger jagger rapper Got a blatant lie Man got a ticket on a pay and display Such a bait mistake, never paid that fine Do it for the Insta, do it for the Vine Look, my seat recline on my Calvin Klein Junk food Mic check, one-two