You’re Not A Bad Boy Skepta

[Intro]
Right now we're on the streets
Hold tight Angry, hold tight Ramboss
Hold tight Azzy, hold tight Jammer
Hold tight Jme, Wiley, the whole family tree
Bang out

[Verse 1]
It's a well known fact that I've got sick flows
When I come around, everybody knows
Index finger under my nose, when I MC my eyes automatically close
And I wear clean clothes
If I see a camera, do a little pose
Flows, I must be the master of those
So my lyricbook never gets seen like toes
Every two weeks, my hair gets knotty
Might see me in the barbers in Totty
It's Skepta the African hottie
They don't wanna see me switch and turn back into Scotty
With the scores and the shotty
Bullets start singing just like Pavarotti
I love Ja but I ain't Irv Gotti
Yeah I love Ja but I ain't Irv Gotti

[Chorus]
You're not a bad boy in your ends
I keep on telling them over and over again
If I draw for the new skeng
I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng
You're not a bad boy in your ends
I keep on telling them over and over again
If I draw for the new skeng
I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng