They can't catch me
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
Yo, they can't catch me
I'm the gingerbread man
Rolling with a mic in my left hand
Diss me, you're a walking dead man
Coulda been Bruce Lee, coulda been Jackie Chan
Tell Karate Kid send for the headband
This year I'm not playing with a man, pause
I'm not staying with a man, I'm gone
I'm not spraying with a man that has never produced a beat
Never had decks
Chatting 'bout, I'm not the king of the flex
It's like them men are so obsessed
Watching me like I'm wearing a pink dress
I'm Bowser
Them men are like Princess
Stole my flow but they won't confess
Everyting cool though, blood no stress
But next time, you're looking at your P-R-S, just move
You're never gonna be like Skepta
Nobody ain't matching me
You're never gonna be like Skepta
Nobody ain't catching me
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
Yo
They said I gotta a basic flow
No, I got an amazing show
Halifax know that I'm making dough
Changing money in Gatwick and Heathrow
Black rims on a white three-five-o
When I drive over the bumps
I gotta go slow
'Cause my car's way too low
Try take mine and the gunshots blow
You said that you was ready for the war
When it kicked off, you were standing where the feds were
No fed can make me say, "Yes sir"
I rep Boy Better Know and I ain't looking for a transfer
You thought you was on a hype thing
You ain't met my little bro, killing her
Like my older bro, Ky, I'm a ninja
Skepta, Boy Better Know, entrepreneur
You're never gonna be like Skepta
Nobody ain't matching me
You're never gonna be like Skepta
Nobody ain't catching me
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
So, which one of you lot
Wanna get burned like the bottom of the sink pot
Like Jermaine Neblett, I'm too hot (Yes)
See that mixed race boy over there
With the gloves on
He's rolling with a bulldog
So keep thinking that my crew's soft
It's my house
Take your shoes off
Better still, when I'm moving, just move off
Rude boy, come out the yard
Skepta, I can't run out of bars
And if sky's the limit, then I'm heading for the stars
Back to the Future, spaceship cars
Now all the family's eating
I won't sign another deal so fast
'Cause, man I'm looking for the big boy contract
Them man not happy with a five day pass
You're never gonna be like Skepta
Nobody ain't matching me
You're never gonna be like Skepta
Nobody ain't catching me
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
You're never gonna be like Skepta
Nobody ain't matching me
You're never gonna be like Skepta
Nobody ain't catching me
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na, na-na
You stupid fools

Writer(s): Joseph Adenuga.