Skepta, Chip, Young Adz - Skepta lyrics

I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream
 yet feds still on the scene, i bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream,  yet feds
Still on the scene,  I bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
(SOS Music) i ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet

Yeah, fuck whoever thinking they king
I got no homage
Who taught you to be versatile and
Took the stones for it?
Who showed North you could make it out young
Without the ACs
Robberies and going cunch? Listen up
Uh, I see the unemployment high


Everybody scrappin'
Trap rap poppin', population trappin'
Basic but you poppin'
I ain't tryna knock your vision
But I miss the days when if you couldn't rap
You didn't
You seen what buj' can do to humans
That shit real evil
I never made P off anything that kills people
Except for the times I touched
Mic and killed people
I ain't spoke to him in time
He thinks we're still peoples
Used to be my dawg, he was in my left titty
Chip left niggas, niggas never left Chippy
But I ain't chatty patty
All your secrets safe with me
Still touch mic and pop corn, stay killy

I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet

Listen, the whole city's sleepin'
Only the kitties creepin'
I'm doing vampire hours
Celly forever beepin'
In a position you never wish
You would ever be in
I went to sleep in the morning
I rise up in the evening
And I ain't waiting to die
I'm tryna live in heaven fuck niggas
The fiends taught me the biggest lessons
It's sink or swim, I'm in it to win
Tryna dodge bin
Whippin' up lemonade when they give me lemons
International S, had to book the top floor
Sit back and reflect
I could be still up in the streets
With the strap and the vest
But I'm in the bank doing mathematics
Cashing them cheques
I told my daughter, "Bubba
Daddy gon' be back in sec'
Like Yakka Dee, your daddy
He's a wizard with words"
I put 'em in a verse
Now I got some bags to collect
And all these ladies seeing is
The racks on my neck
Can't they see that if it ain't Idris
Which nigga is James Bond with it?
I got a license to kill
Shittin' on the critics
Diamonds are forever
My gold finger got stones in it
This model callin'
She wanna give me a home visit
Mowa Lola shades, Alyx jeans
Alexander McQueen tees
Still the steez so exquisite
I got nothing to prove
These niggas know I did it
Been a top boy before I ever wrote a lyric

I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet

Yeah, I watched my favourite fiend Donna die
PTSD, last time I saw her she was horrified
(Horrified) what the fuck you know about
When you don't wanna ride
But niggas hit your nigga so you
Out there tryna hollow guys? (Hollow guys)
Everybody got a heart, his was hollow inside
(Inside)
Talkin' to her, she so sonic with lies
(With lies)
Came with a wap but I pay all my tax
I pray my salat, grab my toolie
And then hit up them flats, facts
SK, CM, niggas brain ain't intact
That's three GOATs spittin' rap and
We spraying some facts
I look at my watch and then turn on the tap
The jakes tryna catch me slipping, so
I turn off the maps, ah
My baby mother will tell you
That I'm addicted to waps
My older brother will tell you that
I was servin' in flats
Akh', I'ma go down the loneliest road
It's hard to spin your life 'round
When you come from the road

I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet
I spare no one, guns, I own a lot of 'em
I ain't heard you scream, yet
Feds still on the scene, i bet