Jake Who? by Emcee Aidos Lyrics
Hook
You had it all then team 10 left you gonna go bouncin right round the bend
Left you high and dry, they were your relevancy now your careers at an end
Dissed KSI in a ghostwritten track, got in trouble for flexing ya bands
You fightin Tyron, but how you gonna fight with all that fake bling on your hands
X2
Verse
Fresh Outta London, bitch why would you lie
Dream of the victory but you bout to die
Your classmate came out, said you drove the kids crazy bullying and harassing online
KO'd in one round and I'm just not surprised
I had to go bet and take my prize
You got Chael quizzin
Homies fizzin
Tracks ghostwritten, that's a whole lot of lies
You went and flooded your wrist for the fuck of this shit
But guess what, you just ran out of time
Can do this forever, your lifes televised
They'll take all your shit, you can't take mine
You ain't no vet, nor are you on the rise
KO'd or dead, shit I can't decide
You got the paparazzi at the front of your door
For the good of us all, please wear a disguise
Hook
You had it all then team 10 left you gonna go bouncin right round the bend
Left you high and dry, they were your relevancy now your careers at an end
Dissed KSI in a ghostwritten track, got in trouble for flexing ya bands
You fightin Tyron, but how you gonna fight with all that fake bling on your hands
X2
You had it all then team 10 left you gonna go bouncin right round the bend
Left you high and dry, they were your relevancy now your careers at an end
Dissed KSI in a ghostwritten track, got in trouble for flexing ya bands
You fightin Tyron, but how you gonna fight with all that fake bling on your hands
X2
Verse
Fresh Outta London, bitch why would you lie
Dream of the victory but you bout to die
Your classmate came out, said you drove the kids crazy bullying and harassing online
KO'd in one round and I'm just not surprised
I had to go bet and take my prize
You got Chael quizzin
Homies fizzin
Tracks ghostwritten, that's a whole lot of lies
You went and flooded your wrist for the fuck of this shit
But guess what, you just ran out of time
Can do this forever, your lifes televised
They'll take all your shit, you can't take mine
You ain't no vet, nor are you on the rise
KO'd or dead, shit I can't decide
You got the paparazzi at the front of your door
For the good of us all, please wear a disguise
Hook
You had it all then team 10 left you gonna go bouncin right round the bend
Left you high and dry, they were your relevancy now your careers at an end
Dissed KSI in a ghostwritten track, got in trouble for flexing ya bands
You fightin Tyron, but how you gonna fight with all that fake bling on your hands
X2