F*ck (x3) Let me you say f*ck Skepta Skepta (x4)
He out I sold out, There weren't one left not even a chair I send you a postcard, I wish you were here I wish you could see, I wish you could I make 'em When I come true with the rest of the I get it mainstream, still I'm the best in the scene So I can why everybody wants to do it like me No you don't do it me Nah, no we the same You're never do it I'm doin' it again Boy Know, were moving too fast You better move into a lane Oh what a They though I gonna bust, then I came Took off the condom, made it Left my stain all over the And these wanna wanna be me They disrespect me they beg me for a Re-tweet Then we see them on the camera, walking, talking do it like me No you don't do it me
(Chorus) I a lot of man that think they do it like me I know a lot of man that think they do it me really, really, really think they do it like me But no don't do it like me (x2)
You it money, I call it a piece of paper You I'm a human being, Nah man I'm a freak of nature I got the UK buzzing like a vibrator Now my paper's looking higher a sky scraper told me don't watch no face I'll never leave home without my case 24/7 I stay my eraser Put it up in the sky, nice and high, wave it side to rub e'm out, rub e'm out Goodbye Cya wouldn't be ya F*ck your mix tape I don't feature Couldn't give a shit about your either I don't hear you come out the speaker, No You ain't been to a show until you been to my If you're looking for some man I'm G.I Joe I'm it that's why them man are switching They threw dead punches, but I'm still alive and kicking There's too cooks in the kitchen, bitchin' trynna do it like me No you don't do it me
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Guess in the city, it's going off know I got money, but I ain't showing off I drop it it's hot F*ck how much doe it Were up But you man are off Blad, blowing out You told you're Mix CD was finished But you're constipated, your ain't coming out Now know I got sick beats, and crazy MC's wanna see me on the scene I take it old school like Nah rude boy, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean, what d'ya you fool Go on then, go on draw for the tool Think that hard but you're soft like wool I will lick a man in the jaw with a stool I'm a real bad boy but I still cool White gold chains and a' I drool But they jack me becuz I'm not Ja rule Nah rude boy what d'ya mean, what d'ya I was born on September the 19th, care about February 14th Pay me for my 16th before I start acting like it's the 13th With two black and balaclava C S gas and a cleaver Pay me for my I start chopping off heads like King Arthur
People here are to hear you as the King of grime because you're the one person that has stuck by this genre of music, I'm the, I'm the guy that we love this I love grime world. If there was a room, you get me, and a microphone and a PC me in there, I'm out with tunes, oh yeah maybe years old (?) but there ain't no-one else does it like me
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