High Road Skepta, Chip & Young Adz

[Chorus: Spender]
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet feds still on the scene, I bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet feds still on the scene, I bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet feds still on the scene, I bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em (SOS Music)
I ain't heard you scream, yet feds still on the scene, I bet

[Verse 1: Chip]
Yeah, fuck whoever thinking they king, I got no homage
Who taught you to be versatile and took the stones for it?
Who showed North you could make it out young
Without the ACs, robberies and going cunch? Listen up
Uh, I see the unemployment high, everybody scrappin'
Trap rap poppin', population trappin'
Basic but you poppin', I ain't tryna knock your vision
But I miss the days when if you couldn't rap, you didn't
You seen what buj' can do to humans, that shit real evil
I never made P off anything that kills people
Except for the times I touched mic and killed people
I ain't spoke to him in time, he thinks we're still peoples
Used to be my dawg, he was in my left titty
Chip left niggas, niggas never left Chippy
But I ain't chatty-patty, all your secrets safe with me
Still touch mic and pop corn, stay killy