[Intro: ?]
Ayo, Skepta, wamp fi dem bwoy dere?
Who yah ah talk to bwoy? Go suck out yuh momma, bumbahole
And your farda, batty washed up
Wah yuh want more?
Yo my yout go fi big .9 ova deh suh
Cyaan come in like dem man, them man they wan' man start spray
'Ear dat, 'ear dat, 'ear dat

[Verse: Jaykae]
Yo, why'd you wanna' draw me out like an animator
Man might snap like an alligator
Put Small Heath in a navigator
Don't walk alone like Naby Keita
I'm single, might meet a baddy later
Act like I never had a hater
Blah blah blah you're a fabricator
Only my kids get daddy's paper
You can't push my buttons like an elevator
Man might snap and levitate ya'
Food in my hands like a little waiter (?)
Put your foot down - accelerator
Yeah, I'vе got more power than a genеrator
Your ????? I'll separate that
Wiley's a snake I'll never rate that
Single went platinum, celebrate that
You can't gist me off
He's not me but he wished he was
Please don't piss me off
Send about 15 shots, don't care about your family or what their history was
Pull up with gypsies, bruv, I ain't Mystic Meg I won't miss this mug
Am I going mad or is it this job?
Next man Joey but it's his plug
Whole body covered with injuries, cuts
'Cos I get violent when I'm tipsy, bruv
I don't like losing, victory's good
And I feel safe when I'm in this hood
Walk in my yard and it stinks of bud
Tell me sit where you think I've stood
Yo, I'm not mad I'm misunderstood
It's call it and think it's, call it and think it's good
Jordan 4s or Jordan 1s, act your age you're 41
Time to grow up you salty don
My man's dead let's pour him one
Don't ever think you can come around here try mention millions, talk 'bout Brum
Got a few Jewish friends in my ends and they told me to tell you suck your...
Yo, my man's washed out, my man's done
Put him in the mud your time has come
Walking around in the same tracksuit for about 4 days, I'll buy you one
Noone listens to Wiley songs, too busy running around in his wifey's thong
Can't figure out what side he's on
Think you're the king of grime? Come
Come Birmingham, said you wanna' clash
Yo' big man, go check for your yute
Wiley's next, put the rest on mute
And man don't bend like Becks when I shoot
Come Birmingham, said you wanna' clash
Yo big man, why you burgling yards?
From my man get third-degree scars if you mention me get murdered with bars
Richard Cowie, you're a coward
Who makes more P? Go and ask Howard
I'm the main course, you're a salad
Should've reached out to man when you mattered
Too much posting get a man battered
Line up headshots, them man scattered
Go have a nap, blud, you look knackered
Causing havoc
I can be cheeky more than you
Make it looks easy more than you
Talking about Devon Road on road, blud, I'm in E3 more than you
Got a formation no 4-4-2
Hold tight them man who brought up you
Gassing up every MC in the world but no one's ever said that you brought them through
That's awkward as hell, came for the W, you're for the L, get more than a shell
Swear down ain't that your little bro, but me and Depzman did more for Cadell
I'll come to your crib, walk in your house, bonfire pon that pork in your mouth
Said my name what're you talking about? Wait 'till I see you walking around
Tiger, don't make me box up a man like Strider
'Nuff of them are older they're still a minor
Small Heath rhymer, girl finder
???? on my rider
Hit 'em with a 16 liner
One timer
Dickhead!