Friendly Fire Songtext
von Skepta

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 reapin' 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 me
I′m in your city 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're ignorant, that′s why you lack taste
You're mumblin′, 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 in a rat race
(Brrt, brrt)

Oh, so underrated (How?)
Underestimated (Ha)
I need Flex to play this (Yeah)
Need Semtex to play this (Boom, boom, boom)
New shoes, tryna step on faces (Greaze)
Yeah, we bought extra laces (Trust)
Rudeboy, what's the latest?
Got the UK, US debatin′ (Oi)


Joyner Lucas, you bastard
Why you rap like you studied at Harvard?
Catch him 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 a don is
Praise the lord, you want beast?
Then I've got this
You haven't had a hit song for the longest
Too concerned with your clothes
Should be focusin′ on flows
Where I′m from, I'm a GOAT
Where you′re 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 machine Gary
Tell me what you know about Greaze
You think you're doin' me like them other Emcees?
How, Sway? You ain′t got the answers for these
In this war ting, I got a Master′s degree
The facade fallin' apart and they′re startin' to see
All eyes on me, I got the juice, I′m with the gang
Supermodels hit 'em up
It′s poetic justice
You laugh at my accent when I rap
But your wife fell in love with an English man (Man)

Oh, so underrated (How?), underestimated (Ha)
I need Flex to play this (Yeah)
Need Semtex to play this (Boom, boom, boom)
New shoes, tryna step on faces (Greaze)
Yeah, we bought extra laces (Trust)
Rudeboy, what's the latest?
Got the UK, you estimatin' (Icy)
Oh, so underrated (How?), underestimated (Ha)
I need Flex to play this (Yeah)
Meed Semtex to play this (Boom, boom, boom)
New shoes, tryna step on faces (Greaze)
Yeah, we bought extra laces (Trust)
Rudeboy, what′s the latest?
Got the UK, US debatin′ (Icy)