Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
Who me? I'm gravy
Calm and collected
Might not rate me, I'm still respected
Come radio, might hold the jab, no tetanus
Light box, fire, I'm on the guest list
You can't neglect what I've done for my county
You can't neglect what I've done for the scene
Are you dumb? Are you lean?
That's fucking stupendous, that's all horrendous
All I'm seeing is endless ego
All I'm seeing is endless pricks
I don't give a shit
Done alright for a kid that came from nothing and lived in the sticks
How you gonna tell me anything?
Built this all up straight from the gravel
Taking a gamble, I ain't gonna ramble
If I carry on I might fly off the handle
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
I'm on my toes like a boxer
That's how I topped ya, you're in the crowd
I'm on the roster
You lot could all keep moaning
Ain't no such thing as pot luck
I popped up, made everybody talk
I'm locked out but I'm getting in the door
Bettering my craft every day I'm alive
Battling myself, I ain't settling the war
Every time I get up on the mic it's a hype
You get on Twitter and type, you're a bore
Every time I get up on the stage it's great
You ain't been booked for a rave, that's poor
You might be the one that your mates endorse
But I don't rate you
I won't cater for anyone that's getting above their station
Beats, lace 'em, problems, face 'em
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
On my toes like I'm reaching over the crowd to slap man's grill
128, hit ultra when I swing my arm like a windmill
Match fit, 20 years and still here
Man spits when you hear me, woo yeah
Chat shit anywhere in real life
Slap quick then end there tings still
On my toes like I'm giving man a roundhouse kick to the head
Taekwondo
Smash man's head off the wall like murky
Bounce man's head off the dash like a bongo
You could try your ting but it's long though
KO by the end of the song, bro
Supreme victory, Tommy and Jaime
Yeah, it's the TJ combo
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes
Who me? Who me, bruv?
I'm not the one bruv, I'm on my toes

Writer(s): Tommy B & Jme.