Gingerbread Man Skepta

[Verse 1]
You 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
Could have been Bruce Lee, could have been Jackie Chan
I'm Karate Kid, send for the head band
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's never produced a beat, never had decks
Chatting 'bout I'm not the king of the flex
It's like them man are so obsessed
Watching me like I'm wearing a pink dress
I'm Bowser, them man are like Princess
Stole my flow, but they won't confess
Everything cool though blud, no stress
But next time you're looking at your PRS
Just know

[Hook]
You're never gonna be like Skepta
Nobody ain't matching me
You're never gonna be like Skepta
Nobody ain't matching me
Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner
Ner ner ner ner ner, ner ner ner ner ner