Susi: D# minor•
Verse 1
Ebm
(I'm not going on economy,
Gb
Ebm
no way)
Jheeze, ay, haha- haha- ha
Ay, mummy
(I'm claiming it, man)
Claim it, amen
(I'm claiming it)
Claim it, haha
(I said, "I'm not going
econ- , on uhm, economy")
Yeah, right, why?
(Stormzy is my son)
Brap
Verse 2
Ebm
I've been the G.O.A.T. for so long I guess it's not
excitin' when I win
Boohoo, someone grab the violins
Every time I try a ting,
top bins like Haile when he sings
So, of course, they don't like
me, I'm the king
A'ight, tell me why,
why would I reply to him?
I leave him hanging like Kyrie on the rim
Where do I begin? I wear
the 5990 in the gym
I got a thing for shiny little things
Verse 3
Ebm
What can I say? I'm like a young black
Biden with a trim (woo)
Presidential when I'm ridin'
in the Bimz
Taking pictures with my cameraman,
I'm shining in my skin
For eight- figures I'm Aubameyang, I go and sign the ting,
a'ight
I never wonder about who I could've been,
'cah I'm here
Rose Gold frosted or ceramic
Told bro spin it so he span it
We are not the same,
big Mike's from a whole different-
Verse 4
Ebm
Top bins, what a set piece,
fling it in the net
Could've Jet Li kick him 'til he bled
And, I'm rent- free livin'
in their head
What's that quote? Ooh,
"kill them with success"
Talkin' smoke, please, give it all ah
Still dripping in finesse (goddamn)
Man, I got figures and flows
I'm a different kind of F
Got a Lambo' and a Rolls,
that's a different kind of cheque
And I said I was the G.O.A.T.,
they didn't listen when I-
Verse 5
Ebm
A'ight, any time I do a big flex,
just ignore me
Niggas wanna hear my side of the story
Niggas wanna hear a nigga
chat like it's Maury
Fuck that,
you niggas better bask in my glory
They call me to slide through
the store 'cah I'm so patterned
To be fair we don't go Hatton
We don't tell lies
I think the kids call it no cappin'
The boys rough but the flows satin
I J Hus'tle and I'm MoStack'ing, they
wanna' catch me on the roads lackin'
You better pray that it don't
happen (niggas)
And, I don't sell drugs, still I'm dope rappin'
Verse 6
pattern Stiff
Chocolate with the book
To be fair, I don't feel Twitter
Gettin' told I'm not a real spitter
by some broke- arse bill splitter
Listen, nigga, you got bigger fish to fry, like
If I ever see your girlfriend
in Dubai, oh Lord
Party on the boat, she's onboard and the Birkin is a bag you can't afford,
and she'd like one
Do the maths, you ain't the right one
It's alright, son,
we'll send her back before the nights done
Verse 7
Ebm
I wrote one, light one,
eight- out- of- ten
She's my a'ight one,
think of a hit then I write one
On when I sight one
This my, this my Ghanaian flow,
it's a tight one (eh- ehn)
If she pretty then I put her on a flight
I put her on a jet if her pussy- , wait
Verse 8
Ebm
Look, my nephews are listenin',
and my chef should be Michelin
There's guests in my kitchen and
my left wrist is glistenin'
And my tunes getting played from
a set to a christenin'
They're pissed on the net 'cause I
said I ain't listenin'
Ugh, real niggas know it's all positionin'
Real niggas know I'm not the victim
Alright, I am, I'll take the L,
they hype the 'Gram
They tell their jokes to spite the man
I feed my folks, they bite my hand
I do the most, I'll fly to Cannes to watch a film,
then bye, alright
Verse 9
Leeds like it's easy
Funny when they talk about the
game 'cah it needs me
Niggas wanna hear a nigga
spill it all to Zeze
Fuck that, you niggas didn't
know that I'm greazy
It's easy, man talk shit
until they see me
Believe me, all you niggas give me
(heebie jeebies)
Word to Lauryn, I will die on this Hill
You little nigga's two figures
shy on my deal
Someone slide me the bill (okay, I got it)
What my eyes don't see,
the Messiah reveals
If it all goes left, give Jasiah my will
'Cah I guess I'm just the bredda that they're
dyin' to kill, ah (woo)
Verse 10
still I shine like a grill
Yeah, I'm healthy and I'm blessed
Gb
but I rhyme like I'm ill
Ebm
Line backer, holdin' down the line like Khalil,
Gb
ooh (ooh, ooh)
Ebm
I live a life that they try to fulfil
So, they hate on my name
but admire my skill
And before I touch stage,
gotta wire my 'mil, ah
My niggas do drill that was prior to drill
If you see me with my dragons
lookin' fly in the field
Know Khaleesi couldn't fathom
all the fire I spill, nah
Verse 11
Ebm
You old washed niggas should retire,
for real
There's a time you should move,
and a time to be still
There's a time to destroy
and a time to rebuild
But, all I see is washed up godfathers
and washed up podcasters
I own all my masters,
I ain't got masters
I throw a party on the yacht
and wear my Yacht Master
They think I just chart top,
but I'm the top charter
Verse 12
Ebm
Gaffer like I'm Scott Parker
From when the mandem use to
rock parkas
I am Nasty, but, I'm not Marcus
Genius, I could've clocked Harvard
My niggas slide but they are not dancers
Dead rappers wanna swap chargers
Nah, I mean they wanna swap stances
Nah, I mean they wanna trade places
Get to scrappin' like I ain't famous
Have you dashin' like you're
Dwain Chambers
Follow fashion,
man, you fake greatness
Verse 13
Ebm
To make a classic, yeah, it takes ages
But, I still do it like my mate David
Nah, I mean like my bro Dave
Me and MIST, that's a close shave
They fear this but they won't say,
Gb
Ebm
I'm the nearest on a cold day
They love to talk about the old days
Them man are old like, "Annie,
are you okay?"
I prefer not to speak like I'm José
(I prefer really not to, not to speak,
If I speak I am in, in big trouble)
Verse 14
(Woo)
Ebm
This is what I meant when I said what I said
I got whips in my drive,
pretty women in my bed
My accolades are bigger than my head
Stylo told me, "Kill 'em 'til
they're dead"
(The killy'dem ah carry one
inna di head)
(Don Dada, kick arff face
with bank robber)
If it's a ting then I'll just
pattern it like Trev, ay
Verse 15
Ebm
Man, I got 'teks like I'm
Kylian, punch like I'm Dillian
Walk in a gym and I bump
into William
Yeah, the S on chest, yeah,
Gb
that stands for "success"
Ebm
But the M on my hairline
stands for my millions
Ah, I got a brilliant car
I got a brilliant team,
they wanna bring up my past becah I'm livin' my dream
What we achieved ain't
Ebm
We just stepped all clean and said,
Verse 16
"Mel made me do it", ask Mel
Ebm
Now, there's not enough space
in my wardrobe
Gb
Benjart fitted on my waist
Niggas keep on thinkin' I'm a chief,
oh, you thought so?
Chatty patty niggas, man,
you niggas need a talk show
I've never seen real dons
turn loose women
Sleep real good, fresh sheets, new linen
If we ever played a game called
"Guess Who's Winning?"
Then you open up the door,
I'll be in the room chillin' (message)
Verse 17
Ebm
There'll never be a time where me
and you's are twinnin'
Why? Different status,
my chicks the baddest
You know the bags Chanel,
the trips to Paris
And if your boy's a King,
the bit's a palace
Okay, three O2s that I sell- out,
man, I'm such a sellout
Might fuck around and bring Adele out
Me and Flipz don't talk like we fell out
Ah, get the hell out, all the shit
I gotta' spell out
Please A, double- L, O- W me
Every time I double- plaque
they go and double my P
I was double- spread Mike,
now, I cover I.D
I wouldn't cover for you
dickheads if you covered my-
Verse 18
Ebm
Cb
Ah, I knew they wouldn't like it if I blow
Ebm
Got all your niggas rattled but
you hide it on the low
I'm from the city where
they're ridin' with the pole
And now my nephews can't believe
that Spider- Man's my bro
Shout Tom, that's my guy,
on- top 'til we die
Yeah, I skip through the world,
hop- scotch to Dubai
There's a lot to divide but my
God will provide
Couldn't get to where I'm goin'
if you hopped in my-
Verse 19
Ebm
I got TJ tellin' me we're done
Cb
Said, "I thought I have an hour left?"
Ebm
Ah, man, my enemies are out of breath
I pray, then I fast,
then I counter- press
Spent a week in the sticks,
but tonight I'm at my South address
Ah, you know how it gets
Holy Spirit, that's just how
I'm blessed
A'ight, 20 bags for my shower head,
a nigga gotta' shower fresh
You little boys are out your depth
Verse 20
Ebm
Know I got Ashford on the yard
and Yianni on the wrap
I mean, I'm Yianni on the rap
I'm the best at what I do, they think
I'm braggin' on the track
But, I'm flexin' 'cah it's true, and
if you went and run it back
You'd know I'd left you with
the truth
'Cause cars don't make you this lit
The money don't make
you this good
The plaques don't make you this cold
Give a fuck what my shit sold
I buss a rhyme when I'm in flip mode,
you pricks know
The boy's just way too nice so you
always see my music on the shelf
I've been the G.O.A.T. for so long
that they never hype a nigga up
So, I guess I gotta do it to myself, boy
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