Knock Yourself Out Skepta

[Intro]
Skepta, daniel son
Boy Better Know
The hardest
Listen

[Verse 1]
Listen, the ladies call me the Royal Mail
'Cause I got the total package
Fuckin' 'em in Buckingham palace (Yes)
I'm up my own passage
Fuck them human beings, I'm on my own planet
You anus, I'm famous
So ironically, I've got love for my haters
But run it up round here
End up with two straps on your tongue like Prada trainers
I want new money, but I still get old money
So I gotta spend my pension
I should buy you a Tom-Tom for your birthday
'Cause you ain't got no direction
No future, no plans (Nah, nah)
That's why you get air from fans
I buss on your girl then I told her to put the letter B at the beginning of the 28 grams (Bounce!)

[Chorus]
I didn't ask you how to get here
So what makes you think I need your help now?
You see them boxing gloves over there, put them on (Fam)
Fam, and knock yourself out (Listen, yeah)