Jme, fucking gangster
Yeah, you know me and my brother Skepta
And you know Trigga from Manchester
Yeah, he's the **** on inner corner
Yo, Wiley the god wilder
Grime originator, big lyric squeezer
My bloodline fam, Big H the soldier
And his big bro Pablo paper
Don't let me bring Frisco, fucking darker
Bossman with the laser on the longer
Jammer or Shorty, fucking danger
Or President T, fucking danger
Send me a beat from Silencer
Fling me in the studio, vocal chamber
I creep on the riddim like a night hunter
Or bun down the track like a lyric jilter
Like Kalashnikov, you know it's murder
You know I come with the next flavour
Bars for the radio, bars for the raver
If you ain't got dap, don't come 'round here
J-M-E, balaclava
I roll 'round your ends, matte black Beamer
Yeah, matte black doors, matte black bumper
Matte black bonnet, call me matte black rider
Dun know, I'm a flexer
No indirects 'cause I'm not a bender
If I got qualms, dial up your number
You see my name on the screen of your Nokia
Straight badman type
Shadow Demon Coalition, Boy Better Know
Hot stepper, murderer
Gangster, murderer

Writer(s): Jme.