[Skepta:]
250
Yo
If you don’t like me then don’t chat to me
Air me, when you see me turn your back to me
You can’t put no .9 or MAC to me
I know you done research, wanna move to Skepta
But you found out you can’t do shit to me
Not lyrically or literally
My family street gang made history
Your crew’s air
Your estate was big way before you moved there
But we got meridian estate big from scratch
We’re the best in the music game no joke ting
But me and Bossman were talking about taking a year out to do this road ting
But we need a couple more guns doe
I’m on this ting, Dunkno
Whenever you see my face you’ll recognise me if you’re real
I'm a Welbourne warrior, St Paul's soldier
Northumberland park, next door neighbour
Eskimo raver, L-stone visitor, Meridian resident
See me in Manny with President
Showaman or south soldiers
I don't have olders, don’t have youngers
Age ain't nothin' but numbers
My seventeen year olds roll with the pumpers