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[Intro: Skepta] Big shout to my niggas in Tottenham That love me like they love Game in Compton [Verse 1: JME] 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 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! [Outro: Skepta] Boy better know Grime daily