I don´t wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MCs
Nah, bro, I´m above that
Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game

Yeah right, nigga, fuck that
Stormz´ ain´t grime and Stormz´ ain´t clash, look don´t be fooled
´Cause the war ting, I love that
Call this the return of the rucksack
Oi, Flipz, get the four-door truck back

Come to your block in my PJ´s
Big dot dot for the briefcase
Bro bought me a watch for my b´day
And my girlfriend´s a boss like I´m Pique
Yeah, I lick shots for my DJ
And I´m still getting guap in my CK´s
Big whip I´m underground parking (skrrt, skrrt)
That´s word to the fob on my key-chain
Nigga, can´t flex on me, can´t flex on me
Rude boy thing, all the cheques on me
See Big Mike on the IV site

Now the peng tings wanna do the sex on me
I´ve got scars for days, I´m so tribal
You´re not Ghana made, you´re not Michael
I can spar and spray with my idols
Look, if I slap your face, it´ll go viral
I was on my saracen bike on my ridge back (Word)
Cold on the roads but I did that (Word)
IPhone 3 with the GiffGaff (Word)
Take a break little nigga, have a KitKat (Cool)
Came for the war like I´m Mixpak
I´ve got peng tings shaking their tic tacs
And I know that I shouldn´t be sending
But broke niggas shouldn´t make diss tracks
You broke niggas should´ve been quiet
I´m cold, little nigga, don´t try it
Yeah, I think I´m the best, I´m biased
And I shoot for your chest like Payet

But I roll deep on these
Show these likkle MC´s about greaze
Show these likkle MC´s about me
I was on my steeze from 2003
Like, I roll deep on these, put these MC´s on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC´s on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC´s on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC´s on deep freeze
Yeah

Man are getting killed by other MC´s
Then coming ´round here tryna start
Rude boy, we ain´t forgotten your past
Laughing stock for the year, what a laugh

Sending for MCs can´t be your path
Rude boy, come off my name, just graft
Man wanna know what they paid for the part
Know that I´m comfy, shout out Noel Clarke
Bro, you´re too thirsty, I don´t blame you
I get merky, I get paid too
You´re not certi´, I can´t hate you
Just a wasteman looking for a breakthrough
I know Kofi, I know Kweiku
You can´t smoke me, I don´t rate you
Man, I told these niggas that it´s album time
And I´ll probably go gold on my debut
I was on a BMX bike with the trick nuts (Word)
Out here tryna get my chips up (Word)
Known for the park with my lightie (Mm?)
I was fifteen, tryna get my dick sucked (Eurgh)
Young nigga tryna get my dick wet (Word)
Had a cold pink jacket like Dipset

Last night I just rang my accountant
Like, "Talk to me, brother, am I rich yet?"
Like, "Talk to me, brother, can I buy this?"
Big yard for my nephew Alias
Can´t get this style from a stylist
Then I blow on the riddim like ISIS

But I roll deep on these
Show these likkle MC´s about greaze
Show these likkle MC´s about me
I was on my steeze from 2003
Like, I roll deep on these, put these MC´s on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC´s on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC´s on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC´s on deep freeze

Yeah

I don´t wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MCs
Nah, bro, I´m above that
Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game
Yeah right, nigga, fuck that
Stormz´ ain´t grime and Stormz´ ain´t clash, look don´t be fooled
´Cause the war ting, I love that
Call this the return of the rucksack
Oi, Flipz, get the four-door truck back