Friendly Fire

By Skepta

Released on July 10, 2025

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[Intro]

Come on, babe

They're clowning your accent, but you know we love that shit

Innit?

You get me?

Somethin' dead (The main event)

Big Smoke (Tomorrow, what you gon' be waitin' for?)

Nobody's safe, yeah


[Verse 1]

Old man Ebro askin' me stupid questions

Tryna use me to get clicks, I said what I said

Now I'm reapin' the benefits, this ain't beef, that's expensive

You know I ain't tryna lose pounds, I ain't on the Ozempic

Come uptown, white wine, hummus and breadsticks

GOAT level, might say somethin' offensive, still, I ain't tryna ruin the friendship

But just like Ryu and Ken, in this game, might have to go to war with your best friend

If he ain't in the hood, catch your boy in the West end

Said that your a block boy, throw up your set then

Tottenham, North London, we set trend

Pull up on me, I'm in your city with Fred Again

We just sold out the Paramount

And you know we got paid a mad amount

The place I hang about's a real dark place

You're ignorant, that's why you lack taste

You're mumblin', your voice, it lacks bass

Time to wipe the smile off Ak's face

Time to say, "Chat, W Skepta"

Go against me, it ends in bad ways

Keep it rap, don't wanna catch a case

You boys love to snitch, I ain't in a rat race (Brrt, brrt)


[Chorus]

Oh, so underrated (How?), underestimated (Ha)

I need Flex to play this (Yeah), need Semtex to play this (Boom, boom, boom)

New shoes, tryna step on faces (Greaze)

Yeah, we bought extra laces (Trust)

Rudeboy, what's the latest?

Got the UK, US debatin' (Oi)


[Verse 2]

Joyner Lucas, you bastard

Why you rap like you studied at Harvard?

Catch him outside and move to him, heartless

Cuts, bruises, and plasters

If I see him on tour in London, I jump on stage and move to his dancers

Who said that I'ma lose? I need answers

You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, I'm the hardest

I train with the animals, you really don't want this

On my Jack Jones, I don't need an accomplice

I spit hollow tips, time I pop shit

Put a stop to that man's not hot shit

Forget all this studio rap, come victory lap and I'll show you what a don is

Praise the lord, you want beast? Then I've got this

You haven't had a hit song for the longest

Too concerned with your clothes

Should be focusin' on flows

Where I'm from, I'm a GOAT

Where you're from, you're a joke

SK turn you to a ghost, yo

Talkin' like you're lyrical miracle, oh please

Where I come from, that's a default speed

You never been to a clash with the machine Gary

Tell me what you know about Greaze

You think you're doin' me like them other Emcees?

How, Sway? You ain't got the answers for these

In this war ting, I got a Master's degree

The facade fallin' apart and they're startin' to see

All eyes on me, I got the juice, I'm with the gang

Supermodels hit 'em up

It's poetic justice

You laugh at my accent when I rap

But your wife fell in love with an English man (Man)


[Chorus]

Oh, so underrated (How?), underestimated (Ha)

I need Flex to play this (Yeah), need Semtex to play this (Boom, boom, boom)

New shoes, tryna step on faces (Greaze)

Yeah, we bought extra laces (Trust)

Rudeboy, what's the latest?

Got the UK, you estimatin' (Icy)

Oh, so underrated (How?), underestimated (Ha)

I need Flex to play this (Yeah), need Semtex to play this (Boom, boom, boom)

New shoes, tryna step on faces (Greaze)

Yeah, we bought extra laces (Trust)

Rudeboy, what's the latest?

Got the UK, US debatin' (Icy)