We Don’t Believe You Frisco (Ft. Skepta)

[Intro: Frisco]
Oi rudey
Oi rudeboy
Oi, oi we don't believe you fam
No one believes you cuz
It's Big Fris (Yeah man)
Skepta
Back 2 Da Lab Volume One (Yo cuz)
And all the long talking's done
Oi rudeboy

[Verse 1: Skepta]
Yeah, yeah
When I MC I spit fact not fiction
Kill off any wasteman no restriction
So if the bar sounds like it's for you
That's because you fit in the wasteman description
I can walk on foot from Shanktown to Black Boy Lane
Everybody says safe man
I'm not a top mash I ain't blazed man
But I'm a skeng daddy for them wasteman
So keep bussing your sly little jokes
You must think that I ain't onto the madness
Sorry mum pardon my language
But this guy needs to eat one pussyclart gunshot sandwich
Done a MC quick
Can't compare their crew to my clique
When I make a tune it's totally sick
How can I clash this up and coming piece of shit
You think you're the best I'm better
You're just a qualified MC bredder
Your flows are stolen
That's why mine are fresher, word for word, letter by letter
T H E S, E M C S, chat a lot of BS
Oh yeah PS, he said that he'll spray anybody in the face
While you and I know he's talking about CS