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See I used to think like you |
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So to diss you wouldn't be fair |
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But at the same time if |
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I listen to what you tell me |
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I wouldn't be here |
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Shit turns to gold when |
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I touch it |
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So me looking at youtube comments is counter-productive |
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Cos none of that criticism is constructive |
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So I switch off the mac like f*** this |
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You're never gonna see me switchin' |
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Another twitter account with no pic, 10 followers, following everybody he's dissing |
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I found myself now |
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I'm missing |
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They love the grime flow |
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I'm spitting |
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I took it to the chart now they're listening |
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I can't wait till |
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I'm on tour |
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I'm itchin' |
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Make some noise |
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Somebody tell |
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Will Smith |
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I am Legend |
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What dya know about looking in the fridge and all you can see is a white light like heaven |
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When I was young |
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I used to beg mum for some money to buy a birthday present |
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And now parents want to book me for a sweet 16 |
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I'm a birthday present[Chorus] |
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They didn't want to rate me |
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But all my supporters came together and saved me |
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Tears in my eyes |
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Head high, pointing to the sky |
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Screaming nobody made me, nobody made me |
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Put your hands in the air |
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For the grime |
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MC of the year |
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Some say I came out of nowhere |
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Little d'they know it's been a four year nightmare |
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Running around with no runner |
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Had to pay for my own radio plugger |
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Watch'd everybody eating |
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While I sat there with no bread, no butter |
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I told myself |
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I gotta do this |
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Whatever the weather |
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I get through this |
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Long as I keep making the hits |
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My distributors gotta move those units |
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So I never gave up hoping, naa |
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Forget crying and sulking |
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They said |
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I was too grimey |
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Now me and |
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P. Diddy on the i |
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Chat laughing and joking |
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Make some noise |
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And I hope all you |
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A and R's heard that |
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I got so much more that |
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I wanna say |
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But I'm looking foward |
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I cant turn back |
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Remember it's boy better know all year from october to september |
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We built this ourselves so the only man that can ever knock me down is |
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Skepta[Chorus] |
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They didn't want to rate me |
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But all my supporters came together and saved me |
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Tears in my eyes |
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Head high, pointing to the sky |
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Screaming nobody made me, nobody made me |
