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Rachael's Little Brother
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stormzy
Stormzy
Vocals
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169
Programming
EY
EY
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adbul Bello
Adbul Bello
Songwriter
Cherise Roberts
Cherise Roberts
Songwriter
Eyobed Getachew
Eyobed Getachew
Songwriter
John Horsley
John Horsley
Songwriter
Michael Mugisha
Michael Mugisha
Songwriter
Michael Omari
Michael Omari
Songwriter
Nadia Shepherd
Nadia Shepherd
Songwriter
Temi Aisida
Temi Aisida
Songwriter
Thelma Howell
Thelma Howell
Songwriter
Michael Brown
Michael Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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169
Additional Producer
Matt Wolach
Matt Wolach
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Michael Freeman
Michael Freeman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Darren Jones
Darren Jones
Engineer
Manon Grandjean
Manon Grandjean
Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
EY
EY
Producer

Lyrics

My love for you will never end You'll always be a part-part Yo, like Father, help me through the pain (Pain) Father, be my shelter when it's due to rain (Rain) Brought this on myself so tell me who's to blame (Blame) These niggas do me dirty, I can't do the same (Nah) Do the same even though I had a meaner start (Start) Still a league apart, guess I got a cleaner heart (Heart) Miscommunication tore my team apart Now I'm the big dog, I make the whole arena bark (Woof) Boom-shacka-lacka when I shake the room (Room) My goons bring the whackers, I just make the tunes Hakuna Matata when my days are blue (Blue) All of you rappers need to pay your dues (Word) Piss my gang off then the slide off Make you meet the chrome (Chrome) They'll be Thanos when they find out where you keep them stones Brudder stabbed me in my back, it really be your own (Own) I still keep some dragons with me like I'm Peter Jones I still keep some dragons with me like I'm Stormborn They're screaming "More, Stormz", so I give 'em more storms Mandem were against man and now dem man are for Stormz You can get your chest banged or you can' get your jaw torn I'm that cold, niggas wanna see me back in that mode Me and Killa skizzing on the back road Chilling on our jack jones, used to keep our Rambos tucked And now we skiz around in Lambo' trucks And watch the fans go nuts Father God, I can't believe that this is life (Nah, nah) Father God, I can't believe that this is mine (Nah, nah) Father God, you brought me down to build me up I need your love to fill me up cah nigga hate to see me shine My city's always been a gangland (Yeah) Man in the middle like I'm Bam-Bam (Yeah) Coming like I'm Simba or I'm Aslan (Yeah) Heart of lion man, they say I got a lion heart You niggas just learned to fly, I got off to a flying start This is that expensive rap, it's coming like a dying art Long as all my people when I'm called to play a tiny part I am not alone in this, had to share my throne in this Had to bite the bullet just to show my brothers ownership I'm playing my position (Yeah) Them old boys know I'm on a mission (Yeah) They know that I don't follow no traditions Do it like I'm Jigga, turn my niggas into moguls Niggas tryna figure how we livin' through our socials That's ridiculous If you wanna know then come and sit with us Fifty-fifty on some knowledge, take a split with us Cah if you went legit with us we'd probably build a nation Passin' on the things we learn and sharin' information Always better when we stick together Came up through the grit together If I'm ever acting up, you'd tell me get my shit together You hold me down, I'd do the same for you I hold the crown and hold the bane for you I finish what I came to do You know I finish what I started (Yeah) Yes I dot my I's and cross my T's, I'm fully hearted (Yeah) Lost some to the streets but we prefer to say they martyred We had OGs and we preferred them to our fathers Aight, if I ain't walking in the Holy Spirit I'm a target Long, long time, I bought a ticket and departed Now me and big Kuba get to bill it on the charted I wish I had a pound for every rhythm that I clarted Aw shit, I pray this feeling never lasts, I pray I cherish it I pray you keep me on this path I pray I never slip (Pray I never slip) I pray for God to really keep me in his fellowship I bottle up and then I spill it to my therapist It's not a healthy way of living but we living still (Still) Tryna fill empty voids up with 7-figure deals (Deals) Sertraline and nicotine, I hit it 'til it heals (Word) And that's the kinda shit to keep a nigga in his feels Cah I coulda been a doctor, coulda been a lawyer Coulda been a boxer like I'm Oscar De La Hoya If I stayed at work I'd probably piss off my employer I'm old school like Lacey-Ann al Frente de Todos So it's thank you to my mother And thank the Lord above us I'm Mister GQ when I'm gracing on the cover Plus I'm multi-talented it's like I'm Donald Glover Like what the fuck you talking 'bout? I'm Rachael's little brother Straight up, word If you were to go, I don't know You're the only one who sweeps me off my feet Makes my soul go weak The only one that makes my heart want to beat and I could never live without you You know that what I feel has to be true 'Cause you're my, my sweet lover If you were to go, I don't know You're the only one who sweeps me off my feet Makes my soul go weak The only one that makes my heart want to beat and I could never live without you You know that what I feel has to be true 'Cause you're my, my sweet lover I pray you have your soul to keep Old school like I'm holdin' heat Old school like I'm rollin' deep Old school like a soul could be Old school like when niggas used to do the dirt Then go to sleep Back when niggas wouldn't tweet Now you niggas over-tweet Damn, a nigga hate to see it Niggas couldn't wait to pree it I can see love in your heart Tell me why you hate to free it? Tell me why you hate to show it? I'm my country's greatest poet Only right I make 'em know it Candles on my cake, I blow it Always used to make a wish Close my eyes and make me rich Nowadays don't ask for shit Close my eyes and take the pick I'm just happy seein' me happy Brings you some joy It's the little things in life These are things this thing destroyed, yeah
Writer(s): Michael Claudius Brown, Thelma Charmaine Fiona Howell, John Paul Horsley, Nadia Yutinda Shepherd, Cherise Alana Roberts, Temi Tayo Aisida, Abdul Rasheed Bello, Michael Mugisha, Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Junior, Eyobed Getachew Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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