We still get the work in large amounts
There´s somethin´ comin´ that I can´t announce
You know the food taste good when you´re starin´ at a menu that you can´t pronounce
This winter white truffle cost me half an ounce

Homewrecker flows, it´s guaranteed to make your partner bounce
There´s a horror up in our accounts
Why´s your money froze? Runnin´ Os, that´s how we started out
I saw the angel in the marble and I carved it out
Now look at me, chiseled like da Vinci reappeared in ´93
I found it in a press, and then I went and set it free
Now we the black Beatles, let it be
I from South London where them boys die by the hundreds
No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print ´em on our jumpers
Back when Megan had the TT, hood dreams
Didn´t even know what it was called, but it looked clean

Used to wear the suede Wallabys ´til my foot leaned
Fifty inch telly courtesy of my booth fiend
You can pay me in electronic devices
Stormz´ ain´t nice, but he´s the nicest
Even back when I was sellin´ Miley Cyrus
Put a ´preme on all my prices, sick like a virus
Ah, don´t make me do it like my stylist
I hear Top Boy talk from a bunch of quarter-finalists
Real nigga livin´ through a bitch nigga crisis
Yeah, I grew up in the jungle, on the grid with Martin Brundle
My hairline´s the only thing that keeps a nigga humble
God knew what he was doin´ when he made me
Unforgettable, just check the swag, I´m on my Swae Lee

I told Jermaine I could be the Kung Fu Kenny to your Dave Free
Just be the Ty Ty to my Jay Z, they pree, they pree
I get lizzy and I stay flee
These new niggas lit, but they just ain´t me, nah
I skrrt through it like I´m Sir Lewis
You nerds had it, but you nerds blew it
So I just got to it
They take shots, but I buck through it
I dodge through it like I´m Rod Stewart
If you want my body and you think I´m sexy
The flow is crystal meth, let me flip it like I´m Jesse
I control it like I´m Walter White
Told my mommy, know I treat her daughter right
She don´t have to rental, every sought I fly
I love her up and hold her tight

Mwah, mwah, mwah, give me kiss
Pretty little miss, I tell her what it is
Babe, I take you shoppin´ even though I take the piss
I´m only jokin´, girl, I´m silly like this kettel on my wrist
Watch dumb, car dumb, cribs dumb, soon done
If my money spoke, to say fee-fi-fo-fum
I hit home runs, no smoke, no guns
No smoke, must be puns, I´m still good in both lungs
This the calm before the storm, I go Bulgari for my jawn
Half a mill´ on jackets that I´ve hardly ever worn
Better check the fee before you ask me to perform
July 26th, that´s the day a star was born
It´s the arena packer, way back when I used to pree Natascha

Ask facts, yeah, I been a masher
They want a race but I´m Dina Asher
And bring a whole leap of passer
The flow´s from God, but the
It´s Big Mike, but I´m More Spinelli
She got the Avril but I prefer the Kelly
I got the O, but I prefer the Skelly
Well done, girl, you hit the belly
I gotta tone it down on Graham Norton, all this swag can´t fit on telly
I skrrt around in my big Pirellis
Them man are actors, I should give them Emmys
The man are washed, hang them out to dry
If man are lit, then what the fuck am I?
I must be doin´ somethin´ right, hell yeah, fuckin´ right
Heavy kettle but it´s somethin´ light
I told Mel, "Do my button tight"

Gotta look clean when I´m gettin´ my award
They wonder how I shine, that´s the presence of the Lord
They wanna know my scent, nigga, that´s Tom Ford
They wanna know the shows and the places that I´ve toured
They wanna know, "Stormz´ don´t you ever get bored
Rappin´ ´bout things that you know we can´t afford?"
Ah, it´s Big Mike
The one to shed the light on a rappers insecurity
I ain´t like you, I need security
I´m too lit and too rich
Gotta stay dripped for continuity
The boy´s too sick, I need immunity
Them boys are too slow, but I´m Boat, or I´m Shelly-Ann

I fill the rap like a jerry can
I shoot like a Steadicam
I got kids, but my chick ain´t have no belly scan
Look at my father from many man, boy