Stormzy - 10 Minutes lyrics

[Intro] Yo, I guarantee you 6ix mixes this in like 10 minutes or some sh** Skeng [Verse] 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 p**y galore Been in the booth for months, I put p**y 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 n***as love to reach, they tryna' find a come up I ain't never seen you go and f** a club up If there's any problems you can come and buck us Ah, they're getting faker as the hours pa** Got her hand prints all up on the shower gla** Hate me cause I'm humble, see you are just sour ra** Like you're sneaky being cool, you're not allowed to laugh Crack a smile man, you bruddas sounding insecure Stormzy k** 'em all, Stormzy k** 'em all I got brothers in the pen I need to visit more f** 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 n***as go out of fashion Krept told me, look f** '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 n***as 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 n***as make me laugh, you n***as Michael Dappers I'm so f**ing sick of all you lying rappers Call me Mike the king or call me Mike the gaffer Might k** the f**ing 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 n***as s** dick, they some j-bags And I don't take chat from no waste yat [Outro] Yeah, don't come to my studio on that fake sh** Don't come to my funeral on that fake sh** We don't coke sniff all that nose sh** 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