Lyrics:

[Intro: Stormzy & Abigail Owuo]
(I'm not going economy, no way)
Jheeze, ay, hahahahaha
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, brap
[Verse]
I've been the goat for so long I guess it's not exciting 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
Aight, tell me why oh why would I reply to him?
I leave him hanging like Kyrie on the rim, hm
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
Aight, 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 'till he bled
And I'm rent-free living in their head
What's that quote? Ooh, kill them with success
Talking smoke, please, give it all a—
Still dripping in finesse (God damn!)
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—, ay
Any time I do a big fletch, just ignore me
Niggas wanna hear my side of the story
Niggas wanna hear a nigga chat like it's Maury
f*ck that, you niggas better bask in my glory
They call me to slide through the store 'cah I'm so pattern
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 lacking
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
Getting 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 aight 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
If she pretty then I put her on a flight
I put her on a jet if her p*ssy wait—
Look, my nephews are listening, my chef should be Michelin
There's guests in my kitchen and my left wrist is glistening
And my tunes getting played from a set to a christening
They're pissed on the net 'cause I said I ain't listening
Ugh, real niggas know it's all positioning
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
f*ck 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 dying 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 bagger, holding on the line like Kalil, 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

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