Man

I don't understand why people are suddenly calling me family.

It's as if our mothers don't know each other.

Stop claiming to be my cousin.

I have long-time friends (day ones) and new ones.

Avoid fake people; trust no one.

Commitment to the Boy Better Know crew until death.

Expressing a desire to commit a crime, likened to Bonnie and Clyde.

Transition to the chorus.

Reiteration of loyalty to the gang in various activities.

Man get girls with the gang

Man eat food with the gang

Man talk slang to the feds

Can't work out what I just said to a man

Told me you was a big fan

But the first thing you said when you saw me is

"Can I get a pic for the gram?""

I was like "Nah, sorry man"

I only socialize with the crew and the gang

Identification of various affiliations and groups associated with the artist.

Came a long way from sittin' in the flats

Came a long way from when whites never used to mix with blacks

Now all my white niggas and my black mates, we got the game on smash

I used to rate your page on MySpace but you never stayed on track

Upset 'cause your wife is a fan, she done with a little boy

Now she wants to be with a man

Told my accountant "Do me a transfer, 'cause I wanna buy some land"

You and I have got different plans

Real mad man, I might go Saint Anne's

No triple A pass, no wristbands

You are not mandem, you are not gang

"Tracksuit Mafia, Boy Better Know

My ones, my team

Meridian, bad blocks

London boys, active boys

You get me?"

Repetition of loyalty to the gang in different situations.

Man get girls with the gang

Man eat food with the gang

Man talk slang to the feds

Can't work out what I just said to a man

Told me you was a big fan

But the first thing you said when you saw me is

"Can I get a pic for the gram?"

I was like "Nah, sorry man"

I only socialize with the crew and the gang

Facing challenges and dangers on the streets, particularly from the police.

Tryna hold the mandem down

'Cause I shutdown Shoreditch car park

And I got bars like Camden Town

Out there tryna survive on the streets

Tryin' not to get killed by the police

The artist's intention to teach a lesson this year.

Nobody leaves 'til half-past-three

This year I'mma teach them a lesson

Rejecting session requests and disinterest in certain interactions.

Nah, I don't wanna do no sessions

Addressing those who criticize but don't mention him in public.

But in public, never hear my name mentioned

Catch them at the nightclub entrance

Always seekin' attention

Contrasting personal style with others.

Lookin' all cool like Herc

Dressed like I just come from P.E

You're dressed like you just come from church

Warning about the consequences of underestimating the artist.

You don't wanna hear my verse come after your verse

Mcs act brand new 'cause they got a little money in their purse

So you had a good solo career?

Had a few big songs over the years?

Back then you was a real Top Boy

But right now fam, nobody cares

People questioning the artist's presence and security.

"Who is he? Why is he walkin' around with security?"

You know the postcode when you're talkin' road

Better know that I speak that fluently

Repetition of the opening lines, emphasizing loyalty to the crew.

Like hmm, my mum don't know your mum

Stop telling man you're my cousin

I got day ones and I got new ones

No fake ones, trust no one

It's Boy Better Know 'til I die

Tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde

'Cause

Reiteration of loyalty to the gang in various activities.

Man get girls with the gang

Man eat food with the gang

Man talk slang to the feds

Can't work out what I just said to a man

Told me you was a big fan

But the first thing you said when you saw me is

"Can I get a pic for the gram?"

I was like "Nah, sorry man"

I only socialize with the crew and the gang