Stormzy - 10 Minutes lyrics

Yo, I guarantee you 6ix mixes this in
Like 10 minutes or some shit skeng

Yo, you can't ever tell me
That they wrote my raps
They're tryna' run the race
I got 'em overlapped
They're tryna' walk my path
I make the road collapse
Oh, they think I'm cool
They think I won't attack
Just wait until the tape drops
What kind of gangster rapper
Gets his face boxed?
What kind of gangster rapper
Goes and name drops?
What kind of gangster rapper
Gets his chain popped?
I'm starting to feel like the frauds
I pull up to the club and they open my door
Couple pretty girls, it's like pussy galore


Been in the booth for months
I put pussy on pause
Still making moves when I'm sitting indoors
Listening to MoStack
I might bring him on tour
I phone my brudda K
"could you bring me a draw?"
Can I get a round of drinks
Or a round of applause?
I dropped "Shut Up" just to make 'em shut up
These niggas love to reach
They tryna' find a come up
I ain't never seen you go and fuck a club up
If there's any problems you can
Come and buck us
Ah, they're getting faker as the hours pass
Got her hand prints all up
On the shower glass
Hate me cause I'm humble
See you are just sour rass
Like you're sneaky being cool
You're not allowed to laugh
Crack a smile man
You bruddas sounding insecure
Stormzy kill 'em all, Stormzy kill 'em all
I got brothers in the pen
I need to visit more
Fuck your girl for the bants, I'm so immature
Krept told me this would happen
Krept told me they hate
Me because I'm rapping
Krept told me these niggas go out of fashion
Krept told me, look fuck 'em
We'll catch 'em lacking
These rappers sending threats then
They start backing down
I ain't with the drama so what happens now?
Money on the flat, I feel like Jackie Brown
Book me for the venue and I'll pack it out
They say my name and then they backtrack
Touch the mic or bun the mic
I tell 'em jack that
Them man are fake with all the hate
These niggas back stab man are waiting
I just tease 'em on my Snapchat
But I soon some, soon drop the fire for 'em
Save the whole damn thing
I'm the messiah for 'em the bar was so low
Stormz made it higher for 'em
Rappers all on life support
I feel to pull the wire on 'em
It's a sad day
Most your favourite rappers having bad days
Either sniffing coke or in a bad place
Come and take a shot if you're mad brave
Straight, just be careful when
You send for Mike cos you can start a war
And it can end tonight
You're either here to talk or
Either here to fight
And I ain't with the talking
I can't hear the hype
You niggas make me laugh
You niggas Michael Dapaahs
I'm so fucking sick of all you lying rappers
Call me Mike the king or
Call me Mike the gaffer
Might kill the fucking game and
Go to Ayia Napa you tryna' die a king or
Tryna' die a trapper?
You tryna' die a king or
Tryna' die a trapper?
Had to say it twice because it really matters
All these washed up dons always tryna' gas us
I don't rate that
I tell em' take that, I call it payback
These niggas suck dick, they some j bags
And I don't take chat from no waste yat

Yeah, don't come to my studio
On that fake shit
Don't come to my funeral on that fake shit
We don't coke sniff all that nose shit
Yeah I built my spliff then I smoked this
So I was in my zone and
I wrote this in 10 minutes
Shut down this whole game in 10 minutes
Shut down your whole Twitter
Feed in 10 minutes
Sold out my first show in 10 minutes
I watched 6ix go mix this in 10 minutes