Second Quarter
Stormzy Song 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 types

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 ...

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 ...

You was getting rocked, picking girl up in your smart car

Think you're funny well you're not, get a bullet in your smart ass

Whiz them 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 because I've been around

Do the job when I'm whizzing round

Fuck your raps, I might write a hook and a single 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 ... you're a prick.