Stormzy - Second Quarter lyrics

[Intro] Look Yo [Verse 1] I'm still the n***a n***as 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, n***a 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 sh**'s gone dry like, n***a where you gone? Catch them on satellite, n***a where your dons You was talking like a G now you're telling me it's long Still k**ing rappers and I'm still getting better And I'm still getting money and I'm getting it with cons Little n***a what you stack like Forget about your rep, what you rap like You think I give a f** 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 n***as dying for retweets Man are tryna die for a retweet, I'm on my Jeezy I tell them not to f** 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 [Interlude] Well I'm guessing that's that done [Verse 2] 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 n***a 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 n***as send her gwop, I send her shop, you send her shopping Little bunch of f**ing 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 a** 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 n***a 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 k** them with the same one See I get mad love cah I've been around, do the job when I'm whizzing round f** your raps, I might write a hook and then sing the hook, I'm a singer now Couldn't care what them n***as 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 sh**'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 f** boy tried to tell me that Ray's hard but I'm sh** Yeah Ray's fam, so that's calm, but I've been hard, you're a prick