Who's Got? (Prod. By Lewi White And Smasher)-Ghetto

Who's got lyrics, who's got bars 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 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 Because them would [?] the same [?] 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 I'm [?] a 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