You're Not A Bad Boy

[Intro] Right now we're on the streets Hold tight Angry, hold tight Ramboss Hold tight Azzy, hold tight Jammer Hold tight Jme, Wiley, the whole family tree Bang out [Verse 1] It's a well known fact that I've got sick flows When I come around, everybody knows Index finger under my nose, when I MC my eyes automatically close And I wear clean clothes If I see a camera, do a little pose Flows, I must be the master of those So my lyricbook never gets seen like toes Every two weeks, my hair gets knotty Might see me in the barbers in Totty It's Skepta the African hottie They don't wanna see me switch and turn back into Scotty With the scores and the shotty Bullets start singing just like Pavarotti I love Ja but I ain't Irv Gotti Yeah I love Ja but I ain't Irv Gotti [Chorus] You're not a bad boy in your ends I keep on telling them over and over again If I draw for the new skeng I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng You're not a bad boy in your ends I keep on telling them over and over again If I draw for the new skeng I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng [Verse 2] I've got big tunes, got big bars Got better bars than your favourite stars I heard man saying "Go on then" in cars You little eediat I got bars Make Nigerians proud of their tribal scars My bars make you push up your chest like bras Your bars could never test my bars New bars, war bars or your old bars Listen and learn, I predicted I would be a big MC by end of school term I'm a big bird, you're just a worm You don't wanna receive third degree burns When I buss gun everybody spread like germ Bullets will burn your forehead like a perm Fuck jailhouse I don't wanna go there I got a big boy solicitor, case is adjourned [Chorus] You're not a bad boy in your ends I keep on telling them over and over again If I draw for the new skeng I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng You're not a bad boy in your ends I keep on telling them over and over again If I draw for the new skeng I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng [Verse 3] Don't talk to me about karate I will come to your birthday party Shank anyone I see taking Charlie Onto the beef like a soldier from the Iraqi, I'm with the Roll Deep army My name's Skepta, but when I see them pub guys they try call me Darkie But I fight for my right like Marcus Garvey Because I wanna make P's like Diddy So don't come around acting silly Cause when you see me drawing for the 9 milli I'll make a man say "Ohhh my diddy!" You'll get smoked like Philly Think that you're big but you're just a likkle willy I load magazines like Chantelle Fiddy Yeaahhh, ohh my diddy [Chorus x2] You're not a bad boy in your ends I keep on telling them over and over again If I draw for the new skeng I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng You're not a bad boy in your ends I keep on telling them over and over again If I draw for the new skeng I'll make the top shotter in your ends look like a speng