Lyrics I'm Not Stupid - Sox

I'm Not Stupid

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
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 their sister’s knickers
But when their 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)
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
Pass 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