Mel Made Me Do It

Album: single release only (2022)
Charted: 12
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  • (I'm not going economy, no way)
    Jheeze, ayy, hahaha
    Ayy, mummy
    (I'm claiming it, man)
    Claim it, Amen
    (I'm claiming it)
    Claim it, haha
    (I said, "I'm not going econ-, um, economy")
    Yeah, right, why?
    (Stormzy is my son)

    I've been the G.O.A.T. for so long I guess it's not excitin' when I win
    Boo-hoo, 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
    Takin' pictures with my cameraman, I'm shinin' in my skin
    For eight-figures I'm Aubameyang, I go and sign the ting
    Aight, I never wonder 'bout who I coulda been, cah I am it
    Rose gold frosted or ceramic
    Told bro spin it so he spun it
    We are not the same, big Mike's from a whole different-
    Top bins, what a set piece, fling it in the net
    Coulda Jet Li kick him 'til he bled
    And I'm rent free livin' in their head
    What's that quote? Ooh, kill 'em with success
    Talkin' smoke, please, give it all a-
    Still drippin' 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 flows satin
    I J Hus'tle and I'm MoStack'ing, they wanna catch me on the roads lackin'
    You better pray that it don't happen (niggas)
    And I don't sell drugs, still I'm dope rappin'
    Have your ho chattin' Stiff Chocolate with a book
    To be fair, I don't feel Twitter
    Gettin 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 (uh-huh)
    If she pretty then I'll put her on a flight
    I'll put her on a jet if her pussy wait-
    Look, my nephews are listenin', my chef should be Michelin
    There's guests in my kitchen and my left wrist is glistenin'
    My tunes gettin' played from a set to a christening
    They're pissed on the net 'cause I said I ain't listenin'
    Real niggas know it's all positionin'
    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 me 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 nigga's two figures shy of my deal
    Someone slide me the bill (okay, I got it)
    What my eyes don't see, the Messiah reveals
    If it all goes left, give Josiah my will
    'Cah I guess I'm just a brudda that they're dying to kill, ah (woo)
    Your boys mad dark, still I shine like a grill
    Yeah, I'm healthy and I'm blessed but I rhyme like I'm ill
    Line bagger, holding down the line like Kalil (ooh, ooh, 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 a yacht and wear my Yacht Master
    They think I just chart top, but I'm the top charter
    Gaffer like I'm Scott Parker
    From when the mandem used to rock parka's
    I am Nasty but I'm not Marcus
    Genius, I could of clocked Harvard
    My niggas slide but they are not dancers
    Dead rappers wanna swap charges
    Nah, I mean they wanna swap stances
    Nah, I mean they wanna trade places
    Get to scrappin' like I ain't famous
    Have you dashin' 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, uhm, not to speak
    If I speak I am in, in big trouble)
    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 'til they're dead
    (They killy dem ah carry, one inna di head, Don Dada, kick off face with Bank Robber)
    If it's a ting then I'll just pattern it like Trev, ayy
    Man, I've got 'tec's like I'm Kylian, punch like I'm Dillian
    Walk in the gym and I bump into William
    The S on my 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 step real clean and say, "Mel made me do it", ow
    Ask Mel, now there's not enough space in my wardrobe
    Benjart fitted on my waist and my torso
    Niggas keep on thinkin' I'm a chief, oh, you thought so?
    Chatty patty niggas, man, you niggas need a talk show
    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?"
    And you open up the door, I'll be in the room chillin' (message)
    There will never be a time when me and you's twinnin'
    Why? Different status, my chicks the baddest
    You know the bag Chanel, the trips to Paris
    And if your boys a king, the bits a palace
    Okay, three O2's 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-L-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
    I got all you niggas rattled but you hide it on the low
    I'm from the city where they're ridin' with a pole
    And now my nephews can't believe that Spider-Man's my bro
    Shout Tom, that's my guy, on top 'til we die
    Yeah, I skipped through the world, hop-scotch 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 got 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
    Ayy, twenty bags for my showerhead, a niggas gotta shower fresh
    You little boys are out your depth
    You 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 a track
    But I'm flexin' cah it's true, and if you went and ran it back
    You'd know I 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
    A bust 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 on the G.O.A.T. for so long that they never hype a niggas up
    So I guess I gotta do it to myself, boy Writer/s: Alan Lomax, Andrew Brown, Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Junior
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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