Skepta - Blow My Own Trumpet lyrics

Skepta Some call me big headed I say thank you very much Doin it again.com Big man ting 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 d** 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 j**eler Picking up sh** 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 sh**, 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