A rock and a hard place

Things get tossed in a car chase

Don't get lost in the fast pace

Certain man bussing few shots, turn to scarface

My god

Guess your man dem ain't built like ours

Tell a boy come then I make a boy run

You can go and buy a gun but you can't buy a heart

Look, I was in the street with the shooters

Then I swapped my beef for a future

Used to link my mans for some weed

Now I call t for a link for producers

Niggas better get with the movement

What's a washed up vet to a student?

Days in the trap, ten man tryna share one flat

Lord knows it was gruesome, man are nuisance

I do this cause it's light work, get a life first

How you gonna try and order my slice?

We didn't even work for the cake, fuck's sake

But you wanna try and force it on man

Bruddas getting so angry, I'm anti

Listen, I don't wanna talk, I'mma write

Man said he's the coldest in grime

Man would've thought that I died

Look, nigga, have some respect

Went to my show and came back with a cheque

Couple man used to get slapped in the head

Now men are talking like the bad that is dead

That is not cool, I can't respect it

Me plus twenty-two goons on the guest list

Man ain't ever been slewed, I'm respected

Sending for me? that was expected

Yeah, straight, man I'm talking the truth

Yo six, there's a corpse in the booth

Roll out squady, man stay squady

Bass in my whip, feel the force of my coupe

Base in my clique, feel the force in my crew

Yeah, my mate's got a stick and he walks with it too

I does what I normally do

Let me talk to the boss, I ain't talking to you, little small fry

Fuck your crew and your 4-5

You wanted a piece but it's all mine

Got the drop from sloth like it's war time

Get a box in your gob if you talk like

Don't wanna fucks with the kid, I'm like "alright"

Tell him "just wait till I come"

Used to walk with a pump, now I'm calling my mum like

"Yo, I'm on radio 1"

That's mistajam and that's semtex

Sloth, target and cameo too

Now these niggas wanna try and come to my vids

For some pics and a cameo too

I'm like "where was you when I started?

Nah, where was you in '08?"

Like forget all the beef, man, I'm past it

I'm a grown man so I don't watch face, check it

Wait, nah

Put your money where your mouth is

I don't wanna talk bout them

How they gonna put money in my trousers?

Look, I ain't tryna get caught like them

My big bro's putting money into houses

You made all that dough just to go and buy clothes

And put your last money in your outfit

That's not real, little man, 'llow it

We stay trill, see me with the southers

Put down your gun, put down your knife

Let's have a fight, don't be a coward

Most of these badboys ain't got a heart, just a knife

And a scarf and they think they're about it

I'mma tell you like a man told me

If that boy there's weak, more time he's the loudest

Me, I stay quiet, wait for the riot

Fuck your deal, why the fuck should I sign it?

Hundred mill, get a plane and the pilot

Hundred mill, get a boat and the island

You can't come nicer than I can

And you can't rap tight, you're a hypeman

All I need is a mic and a mic stand

And a 16-bar, and I'll light man

Megaman flow, niggas don't like man

They wanna cat my style, they wanna fight man

They wanna put me away, they wanna life man

Shut down my show, me and my live band

Still I stand with my niggas on my right hand

Shoutout to k, that's one of my fam

Nigga, shut your face, you little sideman

They ask "who's the best?" I tell them I am

But wait, back to my next flow

Man are trying their best, man are dying to rap this show

Dying to rep flow

Leveled up, man, I'm slicing the threshold

Best know that whatever I said goes

I par with the best, this is bars in the flesh

Man, I'm dying to let go

Took a shot to your head with your dead flow

It's easy.

It's time to fuck it up

Mr money in the bank, I feel to double up

My pagans get together and they huddle up

Like "stormzy's going hard, we need to buckle up"

And I swear down I gave everyone a shot and now I'm

Looking at the clock like "call it off, I told em summer's up"

Everybody's talking some, I shut em up

Like "tell me, how's it feel to be a runner up?"

Dickhead, I'm still a problem and they still don't want it

Like "It ain't a banger as long as stormzy's on it"

Like, I just get a beat and tell my story on it

I tell em "If it's time for beef then please don't call me for it"

Look, I'm steady searching whilst I kill a track

Like they thought they lost a culture, I'mma bring it back

Like they thought they lost a problem, I'mma bring him back

Like "how you rob the tings and then you bring it back?"

Like "how'd he write a verse and now he's singing on the hook?"

I tell em "I don't give a fuck, I feel to sing and rap"

And once you're finished with my flow, I beg you bring it back

And once I'm finished on the phone, I say "don't ring it back"

Check it, money is a major issue

That nigga stormzy, he a major issue

Go so hard until you make them miss you

You can get the tears for free, you have to pay for tissue

And everybody's talking but there ain't an issue

And when you make a bit of progress, they can't wait to diss you

I'm like "ah well, that's some hating issues"

I'm like "ah well, at least my tape's official"

So I beg you 'llow me with your bummy arse

Look, I hit the club and do the shmoney dance

Look, I was real low up in my brother's yard

Now when I hit the road, they tell me that I'm coming hard

But you ain't got love for me, my brudda

Everybody's sending shots at me, my brudda

Are you bored?

Tryna send for me, are you sure?

Weren't you tryna start the beef, did you stall?

You tried to ride the wave, did you fall?

Nigga that's poor, look, you went and hit the ground running

When they ask me when it's dropping, I just tell them that it's coming but

The armed robbers are coming, hide your bands

He ain't even got a deal but they love him, I'm the man

But look, enough about me

Cause yeah, you know my cousin but my cousin's not me

So how you asking for a premium?

How you asking for a favour?

Come off my phone, I'll see you later

We're just tryna make a living

And I can tell that you're a hater

So there's no way you can be greater

Man, this shit is bad for business

I need a lair and some paper

Need a table and a waiter and a pastor and a bishop

And a spade for me to dig it

Cuh there ain't no one here to save you, fam

You're looking at the saviour

Grime ain't dead, your nigga brang it back

Get my wave on listening to annie mac

I hit napa in my slippers and my fanny pack

In some stan smiths courtesy of adidas

Your boy's coming, I ain't even got a manager

I phone ims and tell her "put it in my calendar"

I'm the champ and I ain't chatting to no challengers

I feed on em, make me turn into a scavenger

Look, I squeeze on em, got me feeling like I'm undefeatable

I'm the one, you know the one that came and spun the remix

I'm the one, you know the one that came and done the features

Made your whole fans turn into some non-believers

But I came to the cypher and I cleaned up

Like, most your favourite rappers couldn't keep up

Like, if you've got a problem, nigga, speak up

Like, most my little niggas keep it g-ed up

G-ed up, fuck your mean look

Thinking bout them boxes that my gs took

No fathers, we was living by the g book

This big black ghana man got the scene shook.