BOY BETTER KNOW FREESTYLE

[Verse 1: Frisco] Suttin like Jendor Fris I'm a big money sound investor Got couple skengman friends in my ends From West Green, Appleby to (?) and (?) Big bars lick off your head like cider Which little fa**y said I ain't got lyrics? I got bars, they got gimmicks Why should I car 'bout this wasteman rhymer? 24/7 I'm an all day grinder Light up a nigga no match no lighter I'll send a man so high in the sky that he won't come down And your friends won't find ya Actually, man can't chat to me Do a better tune than Skengman Mode and get back to me Actually Frisco's a batchelor rhymer I be the best since (?) weed grinder [Verse 2: Skepta] When I get started I won't stop I clеaned up with a broom and a mop Now I got IBS on my intestine feeling likе it's tied in a knot It must be all the champagne I'm a dan like Mark Anzaine Heavy weight champion so you know I had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign A lot of money's exchanged in accounts Stupid amounts All your cheques are like a basketball They bounce You man are air like Michael Jordan Better still you man are like Rodman Big shout to my niggas in Tottenham That love me like they love Game in Compton [Verse 3: 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 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 name on your Reebok pumps Don't think you could ever diss man once, serious Go home, 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. you get air Tryna get hype, you get 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!