[Snippet:] [Verse 1: Skepta] Yeah, rolled mine, rolled mine, rolled mine what these n***as smokin'? Tattoos on my skin means I ain't f**in' jokin' Dem boys tweetin' visions, dem boys up to somethin' Smokin' with the Jumpman out in Paris, it was bait You can't smoke with me cause you got something on your face I hit that Ginobili with my right hand on my waist Talkin' to a top boy, look a top boy in the face Throw up (?) I got paintings on my case Roadman, roadman, roadman, I flew out the country Where was you when I was in the gully? Oh now you see the vision, now you want some money? Tryna send me e-mails, I just fool with them to grace Tracksuit Mafia, we get the star from outer space Wasteman, wasteman, wasteman, you copy and paste Topboy, topboy, smokin' jetpack in the eights Charlie Sheen I'm winnin', never come in second place [Verse 2: Future] Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman I just seen the jet take off, they up to something