| People know my face
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| People know my boat
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| Yeah, I know I’m bait
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| My clothes, everybody knows
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| If you see me on road
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| You’re like, «Flippin' hell»
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| (Shut your mout')
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| My name’s J-A-Y-E
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| I roll with Skepta, Wiley, Prez T and them
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| Bossman, Big H and Pablo
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| We move wisely, breeze through the ends
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| Through every gate
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| Trust me, ask God almighty
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| He’ll tell you to shut your mout'
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| It’s J-A-M-I-E, yeah, me again
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| You know my face
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| Do I have to spell my name politely
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| Again and again for you to know my name?
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| Yeah, my name’s J-M-E, I’m here to make them Ps
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| Don’t believe? |
| Wait and see
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| I flash them Ps in your face (shut your mout')
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| Blud, people know my face
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| People know my boat
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| Yeah, I know I’m bait
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| My clothes, everybody knows
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| If you see me on road
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| You’re like flippin' hell
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| Blud, I’m only here to make Ps
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| And I’ll flip in hell
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| How many more people are gonna tell me
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| That Jme’s not repping the ends?
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| Shut your mout, you dick, speng
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| I was representing in Year 10
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| Winchmore uniform, Heat FM
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| So I don’t wanna hear no bullshit again
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| I live on the north of the LDN
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| But I represent north and south of the Thames
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| And the left to the right
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| Blud, I represent anybody that has lived the street life
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| So no one chat to me
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| 'Cause before I MCed, no one used to chat to me
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| But now you think you’re a real goon
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| You ain’t even made one real tune
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| Shut your mout, stop lying to me
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| I don’t know who you’re trying to be
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| Blud, people know my face
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| People know my boat
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| Yeah, I know I’m bait
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| My clothes, everybody knows
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| If you see me on road
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| You’re like flippin' hell
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| Blud, I’m only here to make Ps
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| And I’ll flip in hell
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| Rudeboy rules don’t apply to me
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| When I come around, you say hi to me
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| But when you’re with your bredrins, all of a sudden
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| Act silently
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| You prick, snake, chief
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| I hate guys that can’t decide which guy to beat
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| If you don’t like me, don’t chat to me
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| Air me when you see me, actually
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| If you don’t like me, make it clear, blud
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna sit here
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| And chat while you act like you’re sharing interest
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| Yeah, but really you didn’t care
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| You’re a fucking likkle batty, lick a dick a day
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| Trippy little fassy, fucking likkle gay
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| Fucking likkle batty, lick a dick a day
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| Shut your mout'
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| Jme, yeah, Jme
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| Boy Better Know, Boy Better Know
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| Shut your mout, derkhead, poomplex
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| Shut your mout |