Do It Like Me

Fuck Skepta

Let me hear you say fuck Skepta

Fuck Skepta

He sold out

I sold out, Yeah

There weren't one ticket left not even a chair

I should send you a postcard, I wish you were here

I wish you could see, I wish you could hear

I make 'em scream

When I come true with the rest of the team

I get it pop-in mainstream, still I'm the best in the scene

So I can understand why everybody wants to do it like me

No you don't do it like me

Nah, no we ain't the same

You're never gonna do it I'm doin' it again

Boy Better Know, were moving too fast

You better move into a different lane

Oh what a shame

They though I weren't gonna bust, then I came

Took off the condom, made it rain

Left my stain all over the game

And these wanna be's wanna be me

They disrespect me then they beg me for a Re-tweet

Then we see them on the camera, walking, talking tryna do it like me

No you don't do it like me

I know a lot of man that think they do it like me

I know a lot of man that think they do it like me

They really, really, really think they do it like me

But no they don't do it like me

You call it money, I call it a piece of paper

You think I'm a human being, Nah man I'm a freak of nature

Skepta I got the UK buzzing like a vibrator

Now my paper's looking higher than a sky scraper

Chipmunk told me don't watch no face

I'll never leave home without my pencil case

24/7 I stay with my eraser

Put it up in the sky, nice and high, wave it side to side

Screaming rub e'm out, rub e'm out

Goodbye hater

Cya wouldn't wanna be ya

F*ck your mix tape I don't wanna feature

Couldn't give a shit about your album either

I don't wanna hear you come out the speaker, No?

You ain't been to a show until you been to my Show?

If you're looking for some action man I'm G.I Joe

I'm killing it that's why them man are switching

They threw some dead punches, but I'm still alive and kicking

There's too many cooks in the kitchen, bitchin' trynna do it like me

No you don't do it like me

Guess who's in the city, it's going off

They know I got money, but I ain't showing off

I drop it like it's hot

F*ck how much doe it costs

Were blowing up

But you man are blowing off

Blad, you're blowing out

You told Logan you're Mix CD was finished

But you're constipated, your sh*t ain't coming out

Now know I got sick beats, and crazy vocals

MC's don't wanna see me on the scene I take it old school like

Nah rude boy, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean you fool

Go on then, go on then draw for the tool

Think that you're hard but you're soft like wool

I will lick a man in the jaw side with a stool

I'm a real bad boy but I still look cool

White gold chains and a' I start drool

But they can't jack me becuz I'm not Ja rule

Nah rude boy what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean

I was born on September the 19th, don't care about February 14th

Pay me for my 16th before I start acting like it's Friday the 13th

With two black gloves and balaclava

C S gas and a meat cleaver

Pay me for my halfa

Before I start chopping off heads like King Arthur

People here are starting to hear you as the King of grime because you're the one person that has stuck by this genre of music,

I'm the, I'm the guy that we love this music I love grime world.

If there was a room, you get me, and a microphone and a PC lock me in there,

I'm coming out with tunes, oh yeah maybe years old [?]

But there ain't no-one else that does it like me