[Verse 1]

I would hate me too

If I had the same MySpace views as you

If I saw Skepta go from sitting on the wall

To sitting in a white V6 coupe

I think I'm the best and I call it competitive confidence, not vanity

It's not my fault them man have got a childish mentality

And they don't know how to make a tune for the mainstream, radio, road man

And the stage-show at the same time

Watch what Too Many Man and Sunglasses at Night do in two double o nine

Let me tell you why I'm the king of grime

You write a hundred million different flows

I write that classical line to last me my whole life time

[Bridge]

No chorus, get me, this one's a zoners

Looking out the window, appreciating being Joseph

And as long as I'm me and you're you..

I'm the best

[Verse 2]

I wouldn't like me either

If I had a flow like yours that left no space for a breather

Then Skepta comes around

With a flow that breaks down

More times then a P-reg Vauxhall Tigra

To book Skepta ain't getting no cheaper

But promoters still want me to feature

You're sitting at home telling yourself the shit weed you're smoking is a creeper

It's not creeping

Stop lying to yourself fam you might as well have bought shisha

I'm too real, nobody realer

Too deep, nobody deeper

Flow like Gus, call me the street sweeper

[Bridge]

Danger, madness, all my Boy Better Know family

Do your stuff, don't watch no face

You get me? More money more haters

Everyone's talking, talking, talking

Ah Rolex Sweep, Sunglasses at Night

Them man ain't real, that's a joke ting cuz

Man has never been bad up in the music ting

Them man come out their yard

Put their hoods on, sit behind tinted windows

Call them self road-man

Imagine if I gave them my face for one day

Shit their-self, wouldn't even come out their yard

[Verse 3]

About victim

You think I rap way too fast and you're thinking this grime ting ain't the in ting

But you know what, I hear that killer

But don't mistake me for that nigga

I get mad when I think this ting got me spitting with people like Boya and Saskilla

Look right, it's not what it looks like

I stay with the gang live a good life

I used to shot grams on a push bike

But I weren't a name brand like Suge Knight

I took time I kept a low profile

I had the food that make that cats go wild

Before music I had a booming line

Blud, ask T-Mobile

[Outro]

Trust me

One cat buying food off me in this window, another cat buying food from President T on the driver's side

Hold tight President T yeah, real nigga, get me

Back in the day, doing this ting, in the whip

Singing, 07904-triple 1-242 will feed your whole crew

You get me, hold tight Jme my brother doing his ting

Send out to the real Boy Better Know fans, yeah

That's been with us on the journey, send out to the fake Boy Better Know fans, yeah

Everybody who likes this, come this way, everybody who likes that, go that way, yeah

Solo 45, '09, this one's called...

This one's called, "Reflecting", yeah, Skepta