2 Many

[Hook: Skepta] Too many wanna be bad boys flexin' like they're so rowdy Look a bad boy straight in the face Tell him I'm a real bad boy, fuck Mike Lowrey Too many wanna be bad boys flexin' like they're so rowdy Look a bad boy straight in the face Tell him I'm a real bad boy, fuck Mike Lowrey [Verse 1: Goodbye Tomorrow] Too many people let weak shit slide They don't blink their eyes or acknowledge that Too much politics, participatin', and policies I got problems with It's too many fakes in the game, nigga Too many people that'll fall for that I'm too fresh to get involved with that That's why you'll never catch me in any photographs They tryna block my thoughts 'fore I even talk I knew right then when I recorded that Said I need 100 Haven't seen 100 Get an email saying I owe it back It's too many snakes, wolves, animals Too many people tryna take me for a fool Too many people ask questions Not too many know how to do what I do I got too much to say, so I stay quiet When I do talk, it's always met with silence Confused faces People usually don't get what my place is and think I'm wylin' Never been scared of getting silenced Let me just break down the science I got these niggas straight shook and I ain't even violent [Hook: Skepta] Too many wanna be bad boys flexin' like they're so rowdy Look a bad boy straight in the face Tell him I'm a real bad boy, fuck Mike Lowrey Too many wanna be bad boys flexin' like they're so rowdy Look a bad boy straight in the face Tell him I'm a real bad boy, fuck Mike Lowrey [Verse 2: Goodbye Tomorrow] Lost my train of thought Cause I trained to win the war Too many people knock lightly or too politely I knock down doors Man we too locked on and focused to see these locusts, or any other type of swarm Seen a lotta people had to leave from round the scene, they weren’t about what we’re on Too many wanna move backwards, or move to hollywood, became actors I don’t trust the taste of the tastemakers I don’t fuck with you, ya websites, or pages Half you niggas boxed in by statistics, the other half are just pretendin' Too many follow formats then get trapped in mental cages Cuz all I'm saying's They use our shit & demoralize All the things that we glorify If that's just what they got caught on film, imagine all the shit we don't know about Fuck you Your perspective is irrelevant Ya'll will never take me out my element [Hook: Skepta] Too many wanna be bad boys flexin' like they're so rowdy Look a bad boy straight in the face Tell him I'm a real bad boy, fuck Mike Lowrey