fivepoundnote_ - Intellectual

[Intro: Skepta]

Big shout to my niggas in Tottenham

That love me like they love Game in Compton

OK, you wanna look in my boat? Fine

You're the reason I wrote this rhyme

Yo, man are baders, man are badman

Man, I ain't seen a five-pound note in time

Yo, you can't diss a friend of mine

Trust me, you don't wanna cross this line

Don't think you can stand in the background of the video

Ad-libbing next man's rhyme, slam!

Do you think I'm dumb?

Try to boy me? Nah, that can't run

Yo, you're lucky, the old Jme

Bun out your chest like Jamaican rum

'Cause you got your name on your Nike Air Dunks

'Cause you got your name on your Air Force Ones

You could have your namе on your Reebok pumps

Don't think you could ever diss man once, yo

Go homе, look in the mirror

Realise no one's scared

You tried to diss me, no one cared

When you came radio, no one teared

You're not hench, you're not bad

You just screw up your face all weird

Tryna get hype off me, air

You jumped out the whip, no one ran

Nobody cares what you got in your hand

Nobody cares what you got in your jeans

I'll slap you so hard, I'll crack your phone screen, yo

Don't bring war to the king

Don't tell me about draw for the ting, yo

Right about now, your head's so big

You get charged more for your trim, safe!

Boy better know

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