[Stormzy & Abigail Owuo]
(I´m not going economy, no way)
Ay, mummy
(I´m claiming it, man)
Claim it, Amen

(I´m claiming it)
Claim it, haha
(I said I´m not going econ , economy)
Yeah, right, why?
(Stormzy is my son)
Brap

I been the G.O.A.T. 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, 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, 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 ´em with success"
Talking smoke, please, give it all a
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
Aight, 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
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 flow´s 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 send her back before the night´s 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 pussy , wait
Look, my nephews are listening, my chef should be Michelin
There´s guests in my kitchen and my left wrist is glistening
My tunes getting played from a set to a christening
They´re pissed on the net ´cause I said I ain´t listening
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
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 niggas two figures shy on my deals
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 boy´s mad dark, still, I shine like a grill
Yeah, I´m healthy and I´m blessed, but I rhyme like I´m ill

Linebacker, holding on the line like Khalil, 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
For when the mandem used 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 dashing 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 till 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, ah
Man, I got ´Teks like I´m Kylian, punch like I´m Dillian
Walk in a gym and I bump into William
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 because I´m living 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," ow
Now there´s not enough space in my wardrobe
Benjart fitted on my waist and my torso
Niggas keep on thinking I´m a chief, oh, you thought so?
Chatty patty niggas, man, you niggas need a talkshow
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´ll open up the door, I´ll be in the room chillin´
There´ll never be a time where me and you´s 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 gotta double my P
I was double-spread Mike, now I cover i-D
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 till we die
Yeah, I skip through the world, hopscotch to Dubai
There´s a lot to divide, but my God will provide
Couldn´t get to where I´m going 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
Aight, twenty bags for my shower head, a nigga gotta shower fresh
You little boys are out your depth
Know I got Ashville 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 flexing ´cah it´s true and if you went and run it back
You´d know I´d left you with the truth
´Cause the 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