Best Striker Wiley (Ft. Little Dee & Scorcher)

[Intro: Wiley, Scorcher]
Aye, cus, this ain't no football tune you know
Nah, man
Hold tight Skepta for this one
Eskiboy (Woo), Scorcher, Littles
Aye, London
This ain't no football tune, you know
Just because you hear a football beating in the background (Dadada-da)
Don't take- (Dadada-da)
Ayy, ayy, this ain't over
Dadadadada da da-da-da-da
Olly, olly, olly (Hey, hey, [?]!)
Aye, listen

[Verse 1: Scorcher]
If this was champion's league
I'll be in the champion's team
With the captain band on my arm
G-A double R-E-T-T on the back of my shirt
It's like tackling dirt, I'm totally man of the match
'Cause, you know me, I'll post right in for the gash
When the full time whistle blows without no mistletoe
You'll be praying that kisses blow
Because by the end of the game
You'll see trophies, medals, Mexican waves
And your ten man on the stage like
Victory’s Tottenham's, Spurs for life
Mic check, they heard me right
I rep the Spurs for life
Because I'm a North London hotspur
You're somewhere in the league but you're not first
You know me