Stormzy

Stormzy - One Take Freestyle lyrics

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16 bars, no filler

Man wanna end my career

I see bare f**kboys, no killers

Go figure

Thinking you're big, I'm bigger

Think my white friends can say nigga?

And I'll stand here like that's jigga?

Mad

Going on wicked and bad

Go on then, pick up your strap

But please don't twist up the facts

Pathetic

I see niggas go switch up from rap

But this rap game's long and it's winner-stays-on

So pussy, don't pick up the pad (dickhead, dickhead)

Death threats

So many death threats

So tell me

How comes I ain't dead yet?

Mad ting

How comes I ain't bled yet?

22 but I'm still an old school legend

Like Nedved

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait start off

Don't make me start off

They go and make diss tracks

Then I go and just chart top



Popped off

This game ain't something that I'm part of

I know real badboys like Narcos

I was a real bad boy, ask Carlos

Man have got Ghetts' spirit inside me

Go and ask Mumzy, bad from primary

Cocoa butter and the afro comb

Used to step out the yard with my face all shiny

You know them ones, dark and reckless

Bluejays ting for my breakfast

I've been keeping my ear to the streets

And there ain't many niggas that I've been impressed with

Grown arse men saying my name, embarrassing

Big with wife and the kids, embarrassing

Man are like 30+, how embarrassing

Now you wanna start with us, that's embarrassing

What? None of my Gs nominated for BRITs?

Are you taking the piss? Embarrassing

But I've got the force like Anakin

This year, I'll let that slide, stop panicking

But next year, I'm going on dark

Like wah gwan, is my face too dark?

Last year, they told the mandem that to be nominated

You've gotta go on UK charts

So what do we do? We chart

Don't come here with your lies, don't start

Deny our ting, you calm

Deny our ting, I'll bark



Stiff Chocolate, not the edible type

Smoke on a medical vibe

I bring your girl to my show

She said I'm incredible live

Man wanna see me respond

See, I would but my schedule is tight

Man try say that he's better than me?

That was a terrible lie

Man try say he's the f**king best

LOL, I'm f**king dead

You can keep your stupid opinions

In your stupid f**king head

All you do is f**king bred

Here he comes, this f**king beg

Take this mash, remove yourself

Or jump in front of a truck instead

I clocked it

My man's lost it

Man held a beating

The ref should've stopped it

Mopped it

Had one chance and flopped it

Threatening me won't make you the heavyweight champ, rudeboy

Stop this, man

f**king hell, bruv



It's stopped, it's over
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