"Ayo, Stormzy, G, I beg you, G, release music fam'
'Cause you know what? It's gettin' me so mad, fam
What's wrong with you? F*ckin' pussy hole
Release some f*ckin' music, man, dickhead"
Big Michael
And it's like
Said I went mainstream, suck yo mom
Not top two, top one
Man must've thought I was dumb
What the f*ck have you lot done?
(Oh my days, oh my days, oh my days)
Shellings, I made juice, life gave me lemons
You lil' f*ck boys do my head in
Henry the VIII, behead him ('head him, 'head him)
Can't tell where I'm heading (no, no, no)
Could be Glasto, could be Reading (yes, yes, yes)
I was on the field like Bedding
(Dead 'im, dead 'im, dead 'im, dead 'im)
Big Mike, I'm handling my weight
Big Mike, I'm standing with the greats
One week, it's "Blinded By Your Grace"
Next week, it's bang you in your face
Oh God, they love to wind me up
But one by one I line them up
Oh, you think you're Beckham, try your luck
Big Michael's back, your time is up
Alright, check this
Man can't tell me 'bout stretching fivers
I was on my pushback, clips and drivers
I wanted to send texts in private
Dem man are cool but the rest don't like us
I'm not scared of lions, bears who lie on prayers
Dem pricks won't find us
Man's not scare of ticks and spiders
Think man's scared of sex and cyphers
What you talkin' about? I'm skilled
What you talkin' about? I'm real
Put a fork in your mouth, I'm trill
Big Mike got a house on a hill
No, I'm never in the trap
And, I'm never with a strap
And your nigga ain't out on the field
They say I'm on this, and they say I'm on that
What you talkin' about? I build
From the ground up
Put your arms down
Put your crown up
Come a long way from playing pound up
Ya either motivate, or go round up
And the kettle cost thirty bof
That's why they giving me dirty looks
I don't do it for the 'Gram
But I do it for my fam
And I do it for the Merky books
Got Westal taking up space
I told my niggas rise up
Guess we're just a bunch of young kings
We made our city light up
I turn my city right up
Big Michael's back, your time's up
Big Michael's back, your time's up
Big Michael's back, your time's up
Easy
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"Ayo, Stormzy, G, I beg you, G, release music fam'
'Cause you know what? It's gettin' me so mad, fam
What's wrong with you? F*ckin' pussy hole
Release some f*ckin' music, man, dickhead"
Big Michael
And it's like
Said I went mainstream, suck yo mom
Not top two, top one
Man must've thought I was dumb
What the f*ck have you lot done?
(Oh my days, oh my days, oh my days)
Shellings, I made juice, life gave me lemons
You lil' f*ck boys do my head in
Henry the VIII, behead him ('head him, 'head him)
Can't tell where I'm heading (no, no, no)
Could be Glasto, could be Reading (yes, yes, yes)
I was on the field like Bedding
(Dead 'im, dead 'im, dead 'im, dead 'im)
Big Mike, I'm handling my weight
Big Mike, I'm standing with the greats
One week, it's "Blinded By Your Grace"
Next week, it's bang you in your face
Oh God, they love to wind me up
But one by one I line them up
Oh, you think you're Beckham, try your luck
Big Michael's back, your time is up
Alright, check this
Man can't tell me 'bout stretching fivers
I was on my pushback, clips and drivers
I wanted to send texts in private
Dem man are cool but the rest don't like us
I'm not scared of lions, bears who lie on prayers
Dem pricks won't find us
Man's not scare of ticks and spiders
Think man's scared of sex and cyphers
What you talkin' about? I'm skilled
What you talkin' about? I'm real
Put a fork in your mouth, I'm trill
Big Mike got a house on a hill
No, I'm never in the trap
And, I'm never with a strap
And your nigga ain't out on the field
They say I'm on this, and they say I'm on that
What you talkin' about? I build
From the ground up
Put your arms down
Put your crown up
Come a long way from playing pound up
Ya either motivate, or go round up
And the kettle cost thirty bof
That's why they giving me dirty looks
I don't do it for the 'Gram
But I do it for my fam
And I do it for the Merky books
Got Westal taking up space
I told my niggas rise up
Guess we're just a bunch of young kings
We made our city light up
I turn my city right up
Big Michael's back, your time's up
Big Michael's back, your time's up
Big Michael's back, your time's up
Easy
'Cause you know what? It's gettin' me so mad, fam
What's wrong with you? F*ckin' pussy hole
Release some f*ckin' music, man, dickhead"
Big Michael
And it's like
Said I went mainstream, suck yo mom
Not top two, top one
Man must've thought I was dumb
What the f*ck have you lot done?
(Oh my days, oh my days, oh my days)
Shellings, I made juice, life gave me lemons
You lil' f*ck boys do my head in
Henry the VIII, behead him ('head him, 'head him)
Can't tell where I'm heading (no, no, no)
Could be Glasto, could be Reading (yes, yes, yes)
I was on the field like Bedding
(Dead 'im, dead 'im, dead 'im, dead 'im)
Big Mike, I'm handling my weight
Big Mike, I'm standing with the greats
One week, it's "Blinded By Your Grace"
Next week, it's bang you in your face
Oh God, they love to wind me up
But one by one I line them up
Oh, you think you're Beckham, try your luck
Big Michael's back, your time is up
Alright, check this
Man can't tell me 'bout stretching fivers
I was on my pushback, clips and drivers
I wanted to send texts in private
Dem man are cool but the rest don't like us
I'm not scared of lions, bears who lie on prayers
Dem pricks won't find us
Man's not scare of ticks and spiders
Think man's scared of sex and cyphers
What you talkin' about? I'm skilled
What you talkin' about? I'm real
Put a fork in your mouth, I'm trill
Big Mike got a house on a hill
No, I'm never in the trap
And, I'm never with a strap
And your nigga ain't out on the field
They say I'm on this, and they say I'm on that
What you talkin' about? I build
From the ground up
Put your arms down
Put your crown up
Come a long way from playing pound up
Ya either motivate, or go round up
And the kettle cost thirty bof
That's why they giving me dirty looks
I don't do it for the 'Gram
But I do it for my fam
And I do it for the Merky books
Got Westal taking up space
I told my niggas rise up
Guess we're just a bunch of young kings
We made our city light up
I turn my city right up
Big Michael's back, your time's up
Big Michael's back, your time's up
Big Michael's back, your time's up
Easy
Writer: Fred, Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.