Various Artists - I'm Not Stupid lyrics

(Verse 1) No, This ain't a freeflow You call call this one I make P flow My face is white and my eyes are red But is cos I smoke cheds not because I'm albino Put things in your head like earphones Your wifey wants to give man deep throat I spit all the time but she don't You got played but you got no reloads You likkle weirdo, this ain't a rap flow You can call this one great big stack flow I used to go on bare Mac D's But now I'm on Oxford Street eating a Nandos It's peak how I can win a MOBO award but I can't even grow an afro, You think your bad because you get that dough But your ain't smart because you didn't get that though (Hook) No, I'm not stupid I make grime not pop music I went to the bar and got 2 drinks Lookin on girl like I don't care what you think Cos no matter what you think I ain't gonna be that one you link You think that I think, I'm too big But thats because you've only got 2 quid (Verse 2) Job Centre should hand out mirrors Theres to many broke wasteman with twitters That tweet all day about what they didn't Go onto Youtube, diss my music, Then go and sniff there sisters knickers But when there friends go home the listen Way before I told man "ey listen, I don't think we share the same vision" You man are pillocks Theres one girl In my room but sill I can see 6 figures ??? When we were cotched in the ends everybody with food, got dinnered In the front room, black bags and scissors. Didn't like my ends so i went Trilla's. You man a moving with' one bag of losers I'm out off ends bunching with the winners (Hook) (Verse 3) No, this ain't a pop star You can call this one I make bopstyle Life is peak on the streets So I spit over beats, to escape and make my mum smile. I don't need to be hostile I ain't gonna get locked if I ain't on trial But with the things that I have seen I should have gone wild Thank god I was a strong child I said real talk, this ain't a fake flow You can call this Invasion make dough I like Mr Snowman beats But I like the more when there played on the radio I dress bright like a rainbow Your wifey wants to kiss my a-hole Let's get a zoot of the haze rolled Pa** me the chip and no I don't mean potato, No, this ain't a rock flow You can call this 10 bags in a box flow 0121 Birms is grimey, OG swagger exclusive Sox flow I didn't take the wrong road Head screwed on, no I'm not no mongo I wanna fill my belly up, no I don't want beans on toast (Hook) x2