Skepta, Boy Better Know
This one goes out to my haters
I would hate me too
If I had the same MySpace views as you
If I saw Skepta go from sittin' on the wall
To sittin' in a white V6 coupe
I think I'm the best, and I call it competitive confidence, not vanity
It's not my fault them man have got a childish mentality
And they don't know how to make a tune for the mainstream
Radio, road man, and the stage-show at the same time
Watch what Too Many Man
And Sunglasses at Night do in two-double-o-nine
Let me tell you why I'm the king of grime
You write a hundred million different flows
I write that classical line to last me my whole life time
No chorus, get me, this one's a zoners
Lookin' out the window, appreciatin' bein' Joseph
And as long as I'm me and you're you
I'm the best
I wouldn't like me either
If I had a flow like yours that left no space for a breather
Then Skepta comes around
With a flow that breaks down
More times then a P reg Vauxhall Tigra
Too book Skepta ain't gettin' no cheaper
But promoters still want me to feature
Your sittin' at home telling yourself
The shit weed you're smokin' is a creeper
It's not creepin'
Stop lyin' to yourself, fam, you might as well have bought shisha
I'm too real, nobody realer
Too deep, nobody deeper
Flow like Gus, call me the street sweeper
Danger, madness, all my Boy Better Know family
Do your stuff, don't watch no face, you get me?
More money, more haters
Everyone's talkin', talkin', talkin'
Ah, Rolex Sweep, Sunglasses at Night
Them man ain't real, that's a joke ting 'cause
Man has never been bad up in the music ting
Yeah, them man come out their yard
Put their hoods on, sit behind tinted windows
Call their-self road-man
Imagine if I gave them my face for one day
Shit their-self, wouldn't even come out the yard
About victim
You think I rap way too fast and you're thinking
This grime ting ain't the in ting
But you know what? I hear that killer
But don't mistake me for that ****
I get mad when I think this ting got me spitting with people
Like Boya and Saskilla
Look right, It's not what it looks like
I stay with gang, live a good life
I used to shot grams on a push bike
But I wasn't a brand name like Suge Knight
I took time I kept a low profile
I had the food that make that cats go wild
Before music I had a boomin' line, blud, ask T-Mobile
Trust me
One cat buyin' food off me from this window
Another cat buyin' food off President T on the driver's side
All tight, President T, yeah
Real ****, get me?
Back in the day, doin' his ting
In the whip, singin' 07904-triple-1242, we'll feed your whole crew
Get me?
All tight Jme, my brother doin' his ting
Tonight all the real Boy Better Know fans, yeah
That's been with us on the journey
Tonight all the fake Boy Better Know fans, yeah
Everybody who likes this, come this way
Everybody who likes that, go that way, yeah
Solo 45, '09
This one's called, this one's called Reflecting
Yeah, Skepta

Writer(s): Joseph Adenuga.