The End Skepta

[Intro]
Oi hold tight my fans, yeah (Large up)
Sorry I took long but
You know how it is (Go on then)
I don't care what no one says (Skepta)

[Bridge 1]
I'm a legend, a legend
When I say oooooh
Boy Better Know I'm a myth, a myth
When you see Skepta, just bow to your master
Has he got a gun? No, no
Have I got one? Yeah
And when I draw for the oooooh
Only thing you'll hear is boushya

[Verse 1]
Because bare wasteman wanna diss my tune
Same wasteman wanna spit on my tune
Wasteman bars can't fit on my tune
Try hard, still sound shit on my tune
And producers, they wanna bootleg my tune
Clash me and then end up dead on my tune
Just a little reminder of my tune
It was gunshots at Sidewinder for my tune
I wanna make Ps like Diddy
So don't come around acting silly
'Cause when you see me draw for the 9 mili
I'll make 2Face say "ho my diddy"
You get smoked like Philly
Think that you're big but you're just a likkle willy
I love magazines like Chantelle Fiddy
Jookie Mundo's got titties