Stormzy - Mel Made Me Do It lyrics

(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 GOAT 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 GOAT
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 GOAT for so long that
They never hype a nigga up
So I guess I gotta do it to myself, boy