[Verse]

Enough of the mischief

Claim to be hotting me, you never did shit

I show no emotion

You're only saying my name for promotion

And if you both make friends right now

You'd still be the one that got dosed in

How you gonna be disappointed? Just phone him

I'm the reason you roll with 18 man to a show

King of the industry plants

And nobody wants your crown

Shoulda said "suck your mum"

But then you might suck your mum and go upside down

Knew it was fake, but suck your mum anyway

Don't care if anyone cuss my mum anyway

See me in the flesh, and I'll up my gun anyway (Pause)

You just run your gums

Didn't wanna say none

Enough of your son anyway

Mum, why you never tell your son, "Stop lying"?

Wouldn't even ride for your bredrin dying

Thinks that he's got one ahead, alright

Just wanted to see you and your bredrin fight

Bout man put who in a rizzla?

Dad don't care where your mum and her wigs are

Didn't really take it there but I'm nasty

Now I'm letting off at your sister

She looks like she's ready for a wrestling match

Be surprised if anyone dicked her

I'd be surprised if they ain't looking at you and your friends at family mixtures

Good mental health won't protect that girl

Being broken butters is an illness

How you gonna lie about G-check?

Anything to get mob ties

I'm sick of these niggas

Don't know how I'm wrong or deserve it, someone explain

I'll flip at these niggas

Right now Michael's getting what's coming to him

I heard that Jama got suttin' from him

But if Michael swears on Abigail's life that he hotted me up

God's bugging on him

'Cause he knows you make money off him

And you are not hard, just tryna blend in

I walked out, you was there tryna smoke

Told you try me and you won't go home (Facts)

You just said you weren't tryna diss me

Then you told your boy to lower his tone (Facts)

They let you in with 12

I only had a plus 3

Those went home

And still nobody done shit

I swear on your family and my own at home

Why do you tell MC's stories?

Make the next one interesting for me

Speak on me but that man raps poorly

I'm his dad, someone tump him for me

I murk you, the label care

If not, they don't know your face is there

In Pop, you might have the status

It's not the one for mum's vacant hair

Welcome to East

Where your girl turns a freak

And you ain't gotta pull 'round there

If she hide from you, then she cool 'round there

And you ain't gonna lay down rules down here

So warring me? You best look R&B

Instead of telling lies on me

Because I know you

And better yet, I know me

And I could never hide from beef (Oi, Michael)

Stormzy, suck your mum

You don't crash

G-check who? You was begging it, shush

He just had Jorja Smith in his face

Now he's tryna do drill songs like Woosh

You love your mum so much then swear on her life that you weren't saying that it weren't beef

If I hear anymore lies on roundhouse, you will get a roundhouse kick in your teeth (I'll do that)

And I heard that there was a crash at roundhouse

But the crash at roundhouse weren't me

They believe anything they hear on machines

That's why I don't really care about memes

Everyone's talking shit on the 5th

Gonna be friendly by the 14th

Heard that they chat about me on the 14th

But, they can never test this corner

Just did a DNA test on Big Mike again, check I'm the MC's father

And I'm gonna send for your mum

Don't remember your mum

We could do remembering after

Last time I sent for you man coulda ended your mum

The people that dressed and bathed her

All cause I knew my pen was harder

And in the 02, your friends did nada

That's right

Flipz didn't flip

Your chick done a dick and blamed you and left in drama

I mean grime didn't work, you floated to gospel

Praying I don't get you after

Used to wake up and see your face and have to face the day after

So how could you hate your father?

Yo, Stormzy, nobody's scared of you

Don't wanna be liked or shared off you

People learn to make grime like us

People learn to be weird like you

And in my point of view

I never really saw the point of you

Like, Novelist fair enough, that was worth it

But, I could never hear joints off you

And I always knew, I was better than you (Brap)

Crud? Done crud better than you

Dubs? Done dubs better than you

Your mum, and she spits better than you

You're mad, you ain't as hard as me

Or brave or got the same heart as me

I know many man that clarted Maya

But none of them can give clart like me (Clart like me)

[Outro]

And if you really want smoke, find me in the rasclart field

Suck your fucking mum, bruv

Don’t ever, ever, ever make me come into the studio for you ever again

Yeah?

To tell people, that you ain't better than me

Yeah?

And I swear to God, I will write to your fucking contract into the floor bruv

Warner will phone you and tell you they don't want no parts of you bruv

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