Friendly Fire

Skepta

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    Come on, babe
    They're clowning your accent, but you know we love that shit
    Innit
    You get me?
    Somethin' dead (the main event)
    Big smoke (tomorrow what you gon' be waitin' for?)
    Nobody's safe, yeah

    Old man ebro askin' me stupid questions
    Tryna use me to get clicks, I said what I said
    Now I'm reaping the benefits, this ain't beef, that's expensive
    You know I ain't tryna lose pounds, I ain't on the ozempic
    Come uptown, white wine, hummus and breadsticks
    Goat level, might say somethin' offensive, still, I ain't tryna ruin the friendship
    But just like ryu and ken, in this game might have to go to war with your best friend
    If he ain't in the hood, catch your boy in the west end
    Said that your a block boy, throw up your set then?
    Tottenham, north London, we set trend
    Pull up on [mia me?] and seat with fred again
    We just sold out the paramount, and you know we got paid a mad amount
    The place I hang about's a real dark place
    You ignorant, that's why you lack taste
    You mumbling, your voice, it lacks bass
    Time to wipe the smile off ak's face
    Time to say: Chat, w skepta
    Go against me, it ends in bad ways
    Keep it rap, don't wanna catch a case
    You boys love to snitch, I ain't rat race (brrt, brrt)

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    Oh, so underrated (how?), underestimated (ha)
    I need flex to play this (yeah), leak some texts to play this (boom, boom)
    New shoes, tryna step on faces (grease)
    Yeah, we bought extra laces (trust)
    Rude-boy, what's the latest?
    Got the UK, you estimating (oi)

    Joyner Lucas, you bastard
    Why you rap like you studied at harvard?
    Catch 'em outside and move to him, heartless
    Cuts, bruises, and plasters
    If I see him on tour in London, I jump on stage and move to his dancers
    Who said that I'ma lose? I need answers
    You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, I'm the hardest
    I train with the animals, you really don't want this
    On my jack jones, I don't need an accomplice
    I spit hollow tips, time I pop shit
    Put a stop to that man's not hot shit
    Forget all this studio rap, come victory lap and I'll show you what I've done is
    Praise the lord, you want beast, then I've go this
    You ever had a hit song for the longest?
    Too concerned with your clothes
    You should be focusing on flows
    Where I'm from, I'm a goat
    Where your from, you're a joke
    Sk turn you to a ghost, yo
    Talkin' like you're lyrical miracle, oh please
    Where I come from, that's a default speed
    You never been to a clash with the mash in gary
    Tell me what you know about [greaze]
    You think you're doing me like them other emcees?
    How? Swear, you ain't got the answers for these
    In [?], I got a master's degree

    Oh, so underrated (how?), underestimated (ha)
    I need flex to play this (yeah), need some texts to play this (boom, boom)
    New shoes, tryna step on faces (grease)
    Yeah, we bought extra laces (trust)
    Rude-boy, what's the latest?
    Got the UK, you estimating (I see)
    Oh, so underrated (how?), underestimated (ha)
    I need flex to play this (yeah), leaks some texts to play this (boom, boom)
    New shoes, tryna step on faces (grease)
    Yeah, we bought extra laces (trust)
    Rude-boy, what's the latest?
    Got the UK, you estimating (I see)

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