Stormzy 4PM In London Lyrics

It’s the major that the majors wanna sign

They used to pay me for my poppy now they pay me for my rhymes

And most these older rappers hate me on the sly

‘Cause we achieved the same things but it just took me half the time

Let’s tell the truth

I don’t plan on running out of juice

Niggas tryna pose like they represent the youth

I double up the tints, they got me blacking out the coupe

And nothing was the same since my Fire in the Booth

Shit, look at me now, they saying that I’m the golden child

Can’t nobody hold me down

Ay, oi trust me, I feel the same

Mummy told me go get this money and kill the game

2017, I’ve got the leeches on the ropes

Swear these niggas see me and they choke

And niggas used to bang but nowadays them man are tweeting all the smoke

And these rappers big me up ’cause they don’t need me at their throats

Little pussies, see you brothers plotting on the low

Having little meetings saying “Stormzy’s gotta go”

Woah, I think I got you on your toes

And if I’m being honest with you, I am not your bro

Man say it with your chest if you’re an opp

Cah I feel always loved but mandem moving like it’s not

And I am not prepared to be a snake to get my spot

But I see them doing neeky little shit to get me blocked

What the fuck is that?

I’ve been keeping quiet for a sec but now I’m busting back

Got my brother sorting out my cheques, I need to cut him slack

Loading up the bullets in my head and then I double tap

Fuck that, I’ll drop another banger, get another plaque

Feeling like I’m running out of favours

Fire on the streets got me bunning down my neighbours

I could flex on your girl like “Honey, I’m a badders”

Man I swear down, I’ma be the number one for ages

The fat dumb judge took a look at me and threw the book at me

Told me what I couldn’t be and what I wouldn’t be

Never saw the good in me, just the cook in me

And now we ain’t getting paid the same, check the booking fee

Man I told them that I’m coming for the riches

Come to make a change, they’re coming for the bitches

These funny little rappers and their funny little disses

And haha, you don’t make more money than my missus

Little fuckboys, tell them I ain’t playing

Turn into a savage when I’m spraying

Please do not disturb me when I’m praying

These dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we’re staying

I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying

Let me drop it for the people

Heard the first tape, they want the sequel

Check the work rate isn’t equal

Scary foes on a scary beat, it’s getting evil

And if I need to talk about P’s, I phone Lethal

Yeah, Bizzle, that’s my family, got a little family

He said you’ve got some millis now, welcome to the family

Remember when you done the Dench Tour and you brang me

2017 now I’m directing like I’m Stan Lee

Feeling better than I’ve ever been

Filled with adrenaline

Ghanaian king, you can see it in my melanin

Do a world tour, going places that you’ve never been

Man are doing shows now from Serbia to Kettering

It’s funny how it happens when you’re young and you’re blessed

When they’re saying no but my God’s saying yes

They stabbed me in my back and put a gun to my chest

But I drink from his blood and I eat from his flesh

Let me balance it, jump on a beat then I savage it

They tried to raise up the P’s then I straddle it

You know I came to compete like Abramovich

I just announced the biggest deal in football, let me brag a bit

That’s #POGBAck #SoClear #HatingNeverEverGotYouNowhere

Tell me that my city isn’t pretty but I know here

Hometown hero, got my niggas and my soul here

That’s no fear, tried to have me catting for a figure

I know the game, I know to them I’m just a nigga

I’ll leave the game before it ever turns me bitter

And I’ll phone my brudda’s phone before I see it all on Twitter

What happened to being real?

My friends supposed to tell me how they feel

But speaking up on Twitter isn’t trill

They said I need to sign and then they said I need a deal

They said I shouldn’t sign and then they said I need a deal

I’ve got my brother as my manager

A crew are on the brand side

Flipz, that’s my right hand

Way before the gang ties

Rhyme’s on his trap shit, used to have the [?]

Stop chatting ’bout my trophies, man I won them by a landslide

They come ends, get boyed then try to bill us

I don’t beg friends, you can fly with no proppelers

They don’t like man, but they know they’ll never get us

You want my man, I won’t lie, he’s probably jealous

Couple man behind the scenes that I just wouldn’t reveal

Know them real shower demons that are looking for thrills

You know them real show demons that will [?] him for real

And yeah I came with the goons but they’re booking me still

Check it, I’ll be posted on the block like a lowlife

I like my watches with no h’ice

You know I’ve got this, I’m so nice

Impostors with no pride, the mosh pits are so live

Them man are iffy, yeah they’re gunning for my doom

But everybody’s bad until they run into a goon

They told me back in summer I should drop a summer tune

But I’ve been working fucking hard, the second album’s coming soon

I swear, GSAP Forever