We still get the work in large amounts
There's suttin' comin' that I can't announce
You know the food taste good
When you're starin' at a menu that you can't pronounce
This winter white truff' will cost me half an ounce
Home-wrecker flows, it's guaranteed to make your partner bounce
It's a horror up in our accounts
Why's your money froze?
Was runnin' O's, that's how we started out
I saw the angel in the marble and I carved it out
Now look at me
Chiselled like da Vinci reappeared in '93
I found my inner Preston, and I went and set 'em free
Now we the black Beatles, let it be (woo)
I'm from South London, where them boys die by the hundreds
No-one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers
Back when Mega had the TT hood dreams
Didn't even know what it was called, but it looked clean
Used to wear the suede Wallabee's 'til my foot leaned
Fifty-inch telly, courtesy of my bouj fiend
You can pay me in electronic devices
Stormz' ain't nice, but he's the nicest
Even back when I was selling, Miley Cyrus
Put a premium on my prices
Sick like a virus
Ah, don't make me do it like my stylist
I hear top boy talk, from a bunch of quarter-finalists
Real nigga, living through a bitch nigga crisis
Yeah I grew up in the jungle
On the grid with Martin Brundle
My hairline's the only thing that keeps a nigga humble
God knew what he was doing when he made me
Unforgettable, just check the swag, I'm on my Swae Lee
I told Jermaine, I could be the Kung-Fu Kenny to your day 3
Just be the tie-tie to my Jay Z
Dey pree, dey pree
I get Lizzy, and I stay flee
These new niggas lit, but they just ain't me (tsk)
Ah, I skrr through it like I'm Sir Lewis
You nerds had it, but you nerds blew it
So I just got to it
They take shots but I bop tru' it
I dodge through it, like I'm Rod Stewart
If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy
The flow's crystal meth, let me flip it like I'm Jesse
I control it like I'm Walter White
Tell my mum-in-law, I'll treat her daughter right
She don't half the rent or ever sort a flight
I love her up and hold her tight
Mwah, mwah, mwah, give me kiss
Pretty little miss, I tell her what it is
Babe, I take you shopping, even though I take the piss
I'm only joking, girl, I'm silly like this kettle on my wrist
Watch dumb, car dumb
Crib's dumb, soon done
If my money spoke, he'll say, "Fee-fi-fo-fum"
I hit homeruns
No smoke, no guns
No smoke, must be puns
I'm still good in both lungs
It's the calm before the storm
I'll go Bulgari' for my jawn
Half-a-mill' on jackets that I've hardly ever worn
Better check the fee, before you ask me to perform
July 26th, that's the day a star was born
It's the arena-packer
Way back when I used to pree Natasha
Ask Fatz, yeah, I been a masher
They wanna race, but I'm Dina Asher
I bring a whole leap of passa
The flow's from God but the—
It's big Mikey, but I'm more Spinelli
She got the Evelyn, I prefer the Kelly
I got the Oak, but I prefer the skelly
Well done, girl, you hit the belly
I gotta tone it down on Graham Norton
All this swag can't fit on telly
I skrr around on my big Pirelli's
Them man are actors, I should give 'em Emmy's
Them man are washed, hang 'em out to dry
If man are lit, then what the fuck am I?
I must be doing suttin' right
Hell yeah, fucking right
Heavy kettle but it's suttin' light
I tell Mel do my button tight
Gotta look clean when I'm getttin' my award
They wonder how I shine, that's the presence of the lord
They wanna know my scent, nigga, that's Tom Ford
They wanna know the shows, and the places that I've toured
They wanna know, "Stormz', don't you ever get bored?"
Rapping 'bout things that you know we can't afford, ah
It's big Mike, the one to shed a light
On a rapper's insecurity
I ain't like you, I need security
I'm too lit and too rich, gotta stay dripped for continuity
The boy's too sick, I need immunity
Them boys are too slow, but I'm Bolt or I'm Shelly-Ann
I fill a rap like a jerrycan
I shoot like a Steadicam
I got kids, but my chick ain't had a belly scan
Look, I'm a father for many man (boy)
