Who's Got - Ghetts

Who can stay up in the sky like stars

Who keeps spitting the bars and don’t run out

We’re the last of the old school stars

Who’s got lyrics (Ghetts), who’s got bars (Ghetts)

Who can stay up in the sky like stars (Ghetts)

Who keeps spitting the bars and don’t run out (Ghetts)

We’re the last of the old school stars

Who’s got lyrics?

Me not Wiley

Who’s got bars?

Me not Skepta

Who’s got lyrics?

Me not Jamie

Who’s got bars?

Me not Frisc

Eight, sixteen, twenty four, thirty two

Sixty four’s are my fees for the bars

Ask anyone who’s really advanced

You dunno what the answer is

It’s freedom of speech, I speak freely

Let 'em know I’m not easy, I’m hard

I’m as hard (bricks) but extremely suave

I run the game, you ain’t ever seen me depart

Make way I’m in great shape

Me and them boy ain’t the same weight

So it’s unfair when it come clear

Let me know what you think is unclear

I leave niggas speechless, mouth open but it’s no tongue there

Fake hate, nobody ain’t safe

But man wanna act like they won’t run scared

Some dare but they would never near

When they run out I got some spare

I’m Shakespeare with a pen

Da Vinci with the paint brush

Tiger with the golf club

The writer with the most stuff

Babe Ruth with the bat

Take two it’s a wrap

It’s my time for real

Lewis Hamilton behind the wheel

I make moves and I flash

So I can’t be stalled

Jordan with the basketball

On form like Arsenal

So I can’t be stopped

Have I made my point, uh

Do what I’m best at

I be the best at what I do so I get cash

I write bars when the rest relax

It’s quite hard but it pays off

365 I won’t take days off

Picture me with a regular day job

No I’ll make history

It won’t happen instantly

But I bet I get what it ain’t got

Whose got lyrics?

Me!

Who’s got bars?

Me!

Who’s got gimmicks?

Them!

Who’s not hard?

Them!

Who’s not spitters?

Them!

Who’s not stars?

Them!

Who’s not winners?

Them!

Who’s not last?

Me

The way you battle thought I was in a Iraq

The way you battle you battle like a beginner star

Made sinner but not one bit sinister

We ain’t similar

I’m the star of the show you’re just front row of the cinema

In about five years time I won’t even recognise you

And I won’t think he looks familiar

I’m gonna buss, trust and I don’t need to snitch or get money or pay for a

solicitor

Make no mistake I’m so on track

Only mistake I’ve made, huh, Is dressing like Riddler

Me not Wiley

Me not Skepta

Me not Jamie

Me not Frisc