[Skepta]
I don't take back chat, no disrespect
Already know the gang and I'm suttin' like Big Fris
Fuck the opps, it's their loss, I cut them off
How could I get pissed off? Bodies get ticked off
I hope you brush your teeth before you talk about the big boss
Brand new bed sheets, covered in your wifey's lip gloss
You was at the top but you slipped off
They hate the way I took what's mine
Fucked off, come back, took some more
Fucked off again, turned Shoreditch into a cunch spot
And I got more sauce than a Dutch spot
I do the producing, I do the booth, I do the bouncing
Couldn't be mе you're clowning
Ten summers at thе top and I'm still counting
They don't like me, but when I bring out a new riddim they're listening
Tryna find out who did the mixing, what was MsM Engineer thinking?
Yeah, we was in the studio, doing up greatness
You was on Insta, doing up shameless
Said you had enough of the fakeness
Told me she love the way that I don't beg friend with any of them

[Jme]
Nang, man are going on nang
Nang, man are going on nang
Nang, man are going on nang
Nang, man are going on
I do this ting, you man better—
Man will start rinsing, I don't give a shit and I'm mighty convincing
Don't approach me when I'm eating
I don't wanna listen to what man is teaching
Man are going crazy asking me bullshit
All I hear is ring-ding-da-ding, ay
Even when I pick up the mic they got questions
So bait, man wanna ask where's the restroom
Halfway through the answer man's gobsmacked
Like I wasn't clocking you glancing at Skepta
I clock you before you clock me
In my black top like I said on "That's Not Me"
Kick down the apple and pears and that's cockney
On stage mandem are scared, they can't stop me, what?
[Skepta]
Yo, yo, it's the return of the Mack
I'm still alive just like 2Pac
Girls in the front row, girls in the back
Spit one lyric, everybody's like brap
Flashback to the cold nights in the trap
Now I'm in a new whip counting the big stack
Yellow-gold chain and the diamonds are black
Jack me? Nah, you don't wanna do that
Anytime you see me wearing a glove
Boy Better Know I ain't coming to fight like Jet Li
Spray this till the clip is empty
I know you get what I'm saying, you get me?
Love for the G's in the ends
But we don't love no girls in the ends
Last time, man fell in love with a sket
But trust me, I will never do that again
Like, nah, that's not me
Act like a wasteman? That's not me
Sex any girl? Nah, that's not me
Lips any girl? Nah, that's not me
Ah, yeah, I used to wear Gucci
I put it all in the bin 'cause that's not me
True, I used to look like you
But dressing like a mess? Nah, that's not me, ay
[Jme]
Hit the jackpot
People ask what music I make
Turn the volume up cuz, that's what
I don't wear no bait designer brands
I spit deep bars in my black top
You'll never see me smoking a cigarette
Cah cigarette smoker, that's not me
Nah, that's not me, nah, that's not
Cah when I'm on the mic in a rave
I got the whole crowd bubbling like a crackpot
See me and Skepta on, ay, with McDonald's backdrop
You'll never see a day when I don't make music
'Cause silent? Nah, that's not me

[Skepta]
How they gonna, how they gonna lift my skirt?
When I never wear no dress
Stylish G, I got your, yeah, I got your girl impressed
Stylish G, I make one phone call and the gang turn up like it's Merky Fest
They can't diss us, they get rolled in the Rizla, strap it and burn him, yes
They got their eyes on me, but my eyes on the girl in the tight top, skirt
Bare songs about ice and racks
Them man there live out their wifey's purse
You don't wanna see gang pull up
The cars them full up, your guys disperse
We don't wanna take no L's, any funny business then we rise up first
Yeah, danger, danger, somebody tell these babies there's no space in the manger
Anybody get rude, I'll send for their head top, rearrange ya
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger, way too serious
You don't wanna get talkin— don't talk to the stranger
Man better tell the truth and stop lyin'
Everybody knows when dutty Skepta touch the microphone these other man start dyin'
Mum dressed in black, everybody cryin'
Man diss me but I'm not replyin', I'm not inna' indirectin' and slyin'
Lot of these MCs thinkin' they're gonna get rich but they all die tryin'
[Jme]
Look in the mirror, realise no ones scared
You tried to diss me, no one cared
When you came radio, no one tared
You're not hench, you're not bad
You just screw up your face all weird
You're tryna get hype off me, you get aired
You're tryna get hype, you get air
You jumped out the whip, no one ran
Nobody cares what you got in your hand
Nobody cares what you got in your jeans
I'll slap you so hard I'll crack your phone screen
Yo, don't bring war to the king
Don't tell me about draw for the ting
Yo, right about now, your head's so big
You get charged more for your trim, safe

[Skepta]
I'm a chief in my father's village
We get money, don't cry over parkin' tickets
You tark wicked, you got the hardest image
My darg wit' it, I know your heart ain't in it
Shotguns beat in the London street
So we got the soldiers marchin' wit' it
What you know about skengs and champagne?
Ask Frisco, I was dancin' wit' it
You ever seen a man whine with bine? Fifteen shells in a TP9
That boy there try step out in Gucci
Sixteen holes, that's a redesign
I brought my own crew, when it was time to step I bought my own shoes
Forty sittin' on forty, businessman to some but still an old goon
Like welcome to London city
Where the Rambo's ugly
But the gun dem pretty, black, white, all kind of badman
Shubs is tun up, the pub dem busy
And that's a hundred nitties
Like a grandad, walk with the stick, and I ain't get sticky

[Jme]
Under 1K when I started spittin' in the year 2K
Feds don't like me like the 3 Ks
'Cause I film them and upload in 4K
On the mic I spray like an AK
When I'm on stage with BBK
Sick lyrics like Louis CK
Heavyweight in the game, I'm DK
My features don't cost 1p
You better put I in your pod like 2p
Show's rammed like I'm givin' out free P
But man don't do this for P
No Hublot, Rolex or AP
Man's got the Taycan, fuck BP
Card, not cash, so I don't see P
With my tash in my DP
My bookin' fee was under 1G
When I started spittin' in the year 2G
Feds don't like me or my three G's
Film them and upload in 4G
My videos cost more than a G
I'm a legend in the music like the Bee Gees
Please don't act like you can't see G
Ad lib for my Giggs CD, jheeze
Tryna make one M, run it

[Jme]
What man don't need no reason to spit, what
Man never knew I had a season to kick, what
Mandem are movin' wicked-wicked, what
Handle the music easy, rip it, what
All the moves you see are legit, what
Bangin' my tune in the GTA whip, what
Plan to do some TDA shit, what
Spin man in the booth, Superman quick, what
Man better move like Ludacris hit, what
Gangster approved yeah, you shouldn't spit, what
Not a clue, you're new to this shit, what
Gang on PUBG, lootin' the bit, what
Pan man too, yeah boom in your lip, what
Ran out the blues with the booze, take a sip, what
Don't try take a photo sneaky you prick, what
I'll make a bozo delete the pic, what
Snatch that phone like Yeezy init, what
No passcode so I'm keepin' your shit, what
Make man go home wheezin' a bit, what
Boy better know, get wit' it, wit' it, what
Best not snitch like Quidditch, Quidditch, what

[Skepta]
Brush my teeth, choose a outfit
Big racks in my account, I get paid
Everyday smoke the loudest
I get packs in by the ounce, I just blaze
And I got tings from back in the day still ringin' me down, I'm on stage
I want no stress, they tryna control S, comin' around to get saved
I don't wanna war, let's make peace
Good energy's make the stacks increase
Girls from the North, South and the East
Big batty make the mandem say ''Jheez''
Please, I'm not a gentleman, I'm a African man is what I said the the priest
And you know I stay smokin' trees
And the buds in the zip pack lookin' obese
Yeah, flew back then flew in
My mum knew what I was doin'
And deep down I know she was screwin'
I fell asleep with thirteen scores in my mouth
Had a dream about chicken and chips
Like a eediat I started chewin'
I woke up then I started spewin'
Thinkin' when is all this gonna end
Had to open 'em up and wrap them again
I been on the road so if the beat needs road bars
I'll strap them again
All the mandem know man are certified
You can't school man, I been there, yeah
That's why when you walk in the dance you see all the bad boys go--

[Jme]
Badman with a swag CD, yeah dash that shit fam, eject-eject
Lift up the rave like [?], yeah rude boy jack that, select-select
Prick thought that he can try with me
Then let time pass and think man forget
[?] rude boy, protect ya neck
Fuck that AP, fuck that Patek
You're a badman with a swag CD, yeah dash that shit fam, eject-eject
Lift up the rave like [?], yeah rude boy jack that, select-select
Prick thought that he can try with me
Then let time pass and think man forget
[?] rude boy, protect ya neck, serious