Stormzy - Second Quarter lyrics

Look yo

I'm still the nigga niggas tryna outshine
I'm about to blow up, it's about time
Searching for the browning with the long hair
Looking for a shorty in the South Side
Call 6 for the mix, what it sound like
I get pics with the chicks when I'm outside
Tryna stay alive, tryna get the crowd high
Money on my mind, I don't see a downside
Yeah, nigga what you want (huh)
Catch them on the roads like
This ain't what you want
Had a little buzz and you made a couple songs
But your shit's gone dry like
Nigga where you gone?
Catch them on satellite
Nigga where your dons
You was talking like a G now
You're telling me it's long
Still killing rappers and I'm


Still getting better
And I'm still getting money and
I'm getting it with cons
Little nigga what you stack like
Forget about your rep, what you rap like
You think I give a fuck about your gang ties
We all know you're ordinary black guys
Brudda get your facts right
Grinding with Deepee
Yeah I'm tryna make that fire for my EP
You funny niggas dying for retweets
Man are tryna die for a retweet
I'm on my Jeezy
I tell them not to fuck about
I drop a tease and now they
Asking when it's coming out
I've gotten smarter but they're telling
Me to dumb it down and yeah I listen but I'm
Telling them it's summer now
Think it's time I shut it down
Saying that I crept up smooth
Sit him then I hit him when he gets up too
But hear what, Krept said I'm next up
Tefs said I'm next up
Skeppy said I'm next up too

Well I'm guessing that's that done

I tell 'em you don't want no problems
I ain't got a choice
I think I'm running out of options
Plant a little seed
I get them buzzing when it blossoms
I just phoned my nigga Swift
He said we're running out of coffins
I don't care about a list
Tell the bouncer let my squad in
Like how dare you take the piss
I flip the script and stick it on him
Talking like they're bad
Fix your face and lowe the bopping
Man, you niggas send her gwop
I send her shop, you send her shopping
Little bunch of fucking half hearts
Link me by the car park
I was on the block with
Them thingybobs and ratas
You was getting rocked
Picking gyal up in your Smart car
Think you're funny well you're not
Get a bullet in your smart ass
Whizzing when that car starts
Easy on the tank
You're just a little boy who thinks
He's greazy with a shank
Still comfy in my hood
Still got P's up in my bank
I'm a young nigga living yeah
That's word to Rhysa Frank
Forget winner stays on
(Forget winner stays on)
I'll grips the pad and tell
Them if I can't play, the game's done
You must have got my name wrong
(You must have got my name wrong)
I just let them use my flow then
Kill them with the same one
See I get mad love cah I've been around
Do the job when I'm whizzing round
Fuck your raps, I might write a
Hook and then sing the hook
I'm a singer now
Couldn't care what them niggas on
Couldn't care if I'm slipping don
Mother's life
My Brother's riding on the other
Side with my slippers on
Now I'm all up in the booth
I'm tryna get what I deserve
All this pressure on my back
This shit's a blessing and a curse
Fire and I shoot them
Put that fire in the verse
Where's my Fire in the Booth
I've still got fire in my curve
Three man, two sticks, eight arms and a whip
Don't talk then I lose it
Stay calm then I flip
Fuck boy tried to tell me that
Ray's hard but I'm shit
Yeah Ray's fam, so that's calm
But I've been hard, you're a prick