Mel Made Me Do It

(I'm not going on economy, 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 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 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- 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- 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' Have your whole 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 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 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 Headline Reading and 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) Your boys mad dark, still I shine like a grill Yeah, I'm healthy and I'm blessed but I rhyme like I'm ill Line backer, holdin' down the line like Khalil, ooh (ooh, ooh) 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 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 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 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, 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) (Woo) 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 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, that stands for "success" 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 a shock 'cah we knew it We just stepped all clean and said, "Mel made me do it", ask Mel Now, there's not enough space in my wardrobe Benjart fitted on my waist and my torso 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) 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- Ah, I knew they wouldn't like it if I blow 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- I got TJ tellin' me we're done Said, "I thought I have an hour left?" 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 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