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Nobody Made Me (Skepta)

See I used to think like you So to diss you wouldn't be fair But at the same time if I listen to what you tell me I wouldn't be here Shit turns to gold when I touch it So me looking at youtube comments is counter-productive Cause none of that criticism is constructive So I switch off the mac like fuck this You're never gonna see me switchin' Another twitter account with no pic, 10 followers, following everybody he's dissing I found myself now I'm missing They love the grime flow I'm spitting I took it to the chart now they're listening I can't wait till I'm on tour I'm itchin' Make some noise Somebody tell Will Smith I am Legend What dya know about looking in the fridge and all you can see is a white light like heaven When I was young I used to beg mum for some money to buy a birthday present And now parents want to book me for a sweet 16 I'm a birthday present They didn't want to rate me But all my supporters came together and saved me Tears in my eyes Head high, pointing to the sky Screaming nobody made me, nobody made me Put your hands in the air For the grime MC of the year Some say I came out of nowhere Little d'they know it's been a four year nightmare Running around with no runner Had to pay for my own radio plugger Watch'd everybody eating While I sat there with no bread, no butter I told myself I gotta do this Whatever the weather I get through this Long as I keep making the hits My distributors gotta move those units So I never gave up hoping, naa Forget crying and sulking They said I was too grimey Now me and P. Diddy on the iChat laughing and joking Make some noise And I hope all you A and R's heard that I got so much more that I wanna say But I'm looking foward I can't turn back Remember it's boy better know all year from october to september We built this ourselves so the only man that can ever knock me down is Skepta They didn't want to rate me But all my supporters came together and saved me Tears in my eyes Head high, pointing to the sky Screaming nobody made me, nobody made me