Lyrics:

Fuck Skepta (X3)**lf**let Me Hear You Say Fuck Skepta**lf**fuck Skepta (X4)**lf****lf**he Sold Out**lf**i Sold Out, Yeah**lf**there Weren''t One Ticket Left Not Even A Chair**lf**i Should Send You A Postcard, I Wish You Were Here**lf**i Wish You Could See, I Wish You Could Hear**lf**i Make ''em Scream**lf**when I Come True With The Rest Of The Team**lf**i Get It Pop-In Mainstream, Still I''m The Best In The Scene**lf**so I Can Understand Why Everybody Wants To Do It Like Me**lf**no You Don''t Do It Like Me**lf**nah, No We Ain''t The Same**lf**you''re Never Gonna Do It I''m Doin'' It Again**lf**boy Better Know, Were Moving Too Fast**lf**you Better Move Into A Different Lane**lf**oh What A Shame**lf**they Though I Weren''t Gonna Bust, Then I Came**lf**took Off The Condom, Made It Rain**lf**left My Stain All Over The Game**lf**and These Wanna Be''s Wanna Be Me**lf**they Disrespect Me Then They Beg Me For A Re-Tweet**lf**then We See Them On The Camera, Walking, Talking Trynna Do It Like Me**lf**no You Don''t Do It Like Me**lf****lf**i Know A Lot Of Man That Think They Do It Like Me**lf**i Know A Lot Of Man That Think They Do It Like Me**lf**they Really, Really, Really Think They Do It Like Me**lf**but No They Don''t Do It Like Me**lf**(X2)**lf****lf**you Call It Money, I Call It A Piece Of Paper**lf**you Think I''m A Human Being, Nah Man I''m A Freak Of Nature**lf**skepta I Got The Uk Buzzing Like A Vibrator**lf**now My Paper''s Looking Higher Than A Sky Scraper**lf**chipmunk Told Me Don''t Watch No Face**lf**i''ll Never Leave Home Without My Pencil Case**lf**247 I Stay With My Eraser**lf**put It Up In The Sky, Nice And High, Wave It Side To Side**lf**screaming Rub E''m Out, Rub E''m Out**lf**goodbye Hater**lf**cya Wouldn''t Wanna Be Ya**lf**fuck Your Mix Tape I Don''t Wanna Feature**lf**couldn''t Give A Shit About Your Album Either**lf****lf**i Don''t Wanna Hear You Come Out The Speaker, No**lf**you Ain''t Been To A Show Until You Been To My Show**lf**if You''re Looking For Some Action Man I''m G.i Joe**lf**i''m Killing It That''s Why Them Man Are Switching**lf**they Threw Some Dead Punches, But I''m Still Alive And Kicking**lf**there''s Too Many Cooks In The Kitchen, Bitchin'' Trynna Do It Like Me**lf**no You Don''t Do It Like Me**lf****lf**guess Who''s In The City, It''s Going Off**lf**they Know I Got Money, But I Ain''t Showing Off**lf**i Drop It Like It''s Hot**lf**fuck How Much Doe It Costs**lf**were Blowing Up**lf**but You Man Are Blowing Off**lf**blad, You''re Blowing Out**lf**you Told Logan You''re Mix Cd Was Finished**lf**but You''re Constipated, Your Shit Ain''t Coming Out**lf**now Know I Got Sick Beats, And Crazy Vocals**lf**mc''s Don''t Wanna See Me On The Scene I Take It Old School Like**lf**nah Rude Boy, What D''ya Mean, What D''ya Mean, What D''ya Mean You Fool**lf**go On Then, Go On Then Draw For The Tool**lf**think That You''re Hard But You''re Soft Like Wool**lf**i Will Lick A Man In The Jaw Side With A Stool**lf**i''m A Real Bad Boy But I Still Look Cool**lf**white Gold Chains And A'' I Start Drool**lf**but They Can''t Jack Me Becuz I''m Not Ja Rule**lf**nah Rude Boy What D''ya Mean, What D''ya Mean**lf**i Was Born On September The 19th, Don''t Care About February 14th**lf**pay Me For My 16th Before I Start Acting Like It''s Friday The 13th**lf**with Two Black Gloves And Balaclava**lf**c S Gas And A Meat Cleaver**lf**pay Me For My Halfa**lf**before I Start Chopping Off Heads Like King Arthur**lf****lf**people Here Are Starting To Hear You As The King Of Grime Because You''re The One Person That Has Stuck By This Genre Of Music,**lf**i''m The, I''m The Guy That We Love This Music I Love Grime World.**lf**if There Was A Room, You Get Me, And A Microphone And A Pc Lock Me In There,**lf**i''m Coming Out With Tunes, Oh Yeah Maybe Years Old ()**lf**but There Ain''t No One Else That Does It Like Me