Fully Grown

[Verse 1: Frisco] I'm a fully grown man, no, I ain't no teen Love a bit of her but I ain't no fiend 'Nough of these guys ain't seen what I seen Ain't been through what I been through, what you mean? Say fuck that, ain't got a G for my T 'Nough of these guys ain't been where I been None of these guys can't go where I go None of them can't educate me about dough You can't educate me about bagging up food Ssh hut yuh muh and don't get rude None of these youts ain't on what I'm on But it's more than long if I'm in a bad mood Like hey chum, big, give me space, give me room Big Frisco, I've never been a waste on a tune If we're on the same riddim when I make bars spitting Then it's best you know your place on the tune [Chorus: Skepta] I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen These MCs ain't seen what I seen You can't educate big man about street Nah rudeboy, what you mean? What you mean? I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen These MCs ain't seen what I seen You can't educate big man about street Nah rudeboy, what you mean? What you mean? [Verse 2: Frisco] I'm a fully grown man, no, I ain't no yout None of these guys can't do what I do None of these guys can't shot what I shoot None of them can't ever move food that I move Bare big man no likkle child in my crew Step back cause I've got nine in my two And you think that you're hard When you know that you couldn't walk a yard Not just a mile in my shoe Look, most of the man dem shot 'caine And pop shots to leave you in a box like Blaine I come to bring back hype in the game I'm a badboy, I got bare stripes to my name Slowly but surely, I'm rising to fame 'Nough of these guys will lose their mind for the fame I grind for my name, I know it sounds a little bit insane But I'll die for my chain [Chorus: Skepta] I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen These MCs ain't seen what I seen You can't educate big man about street Nah rudeboy, what you mean? What you mean? I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen These MCs ain't seen what I seen You can't educate big man about street Nah rudeboy, what you mean? What you mean? [Verse 3: Frisco] I'm a fully grown man, you're just a likkle lad You don't want Fris to flip and then get a little mad You ain't had gash that I've had Not one of them pose a threat, they ain't bad What you know about setting up shop? You ain't bad What you know about letting off shots? You ain't bad And all that big talking you're talking Ain't good cause I know [?] you ain't bad I'm a fully grown man, you're just a likkle fam Been a G from the start, not long [?] Know yourself, control yourself Get a hold and show some respect for your dad Guess you can say I've got the gift of the gab Make a guy know that he's gotta strip for the strap Click to the clack, and when you hear the sound You get down cause I'm sick with a strap [Hook: Skepta] I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen These MCs ain't seen what I seen You can't educate big man about street Nah rudeboy, what you mean? What you mean? I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen These MCs ain't seen what I seen You can't educate big man about street Nah rudeboy, what you mean? What you mean?