Stormzy Not That Deep Lyrics

[Hook:]

Walk in the rave with a smile on my face

Yeah man I got a few racks on me

Worm came through, don’t ask what you pay

Tell man straight that a strap’s not cheap

Light up my set then I’m out of the rave

Waiting around, nah that’s not me

I got caught in the club with a slut

Tell my girl that it’s not that deep

I’m not the one you can move to

I only lack when I choose to

Up in my car, connect my phone to my bluetooth

This ain’t the flow that they used to

Get stopped on the road like rah

My mans hard, swear my man’s off of YouTube?

Come from below, then I blow like I’m due to

Nigga fuck your voodoo

Jakes move dark in the Vectras

Make prof that’s after the extras

Still tryna put my Marge in a Lexus

What’s the point? Don’t ask who the best is, hashtag problem!

Whip up the rock like I’m Austin

The man with the options, know a wasteman when I spot them

Park off the whip like, yeah man we lost them

Getting money in, it’s often

Still got bare grown men all scared of the kid

Can’t lie it’s been a good year for the kid

Your postcode don’t make you a gangster, you’re not bad your area is

Fifth gear but it’s six gears on the stick

You blowing up this year is a myth

We’ve got ten man chasing a dream, you’ve got ten man sharing a spliff, like

Wind me up yeah I’m raring to flip

Washed dons can’t bear when I spit

Ride for my friend, yeah I don’t care who it is, tell man be careful you div

Beef with the champ, my man pulled out a shank, how you gonna scare me with this? Nah really, how you gonna scare me with this?

My bro stabbed me in my back

Ask Swift what I do about that

He said Ak, brother don’t talk just attack

Came to the all white ting in all black

Jumped on the mic with Jabba and Tash

Check one two check , nigga I’m gassed

Mandem roll through, yeah nigga I’m back!

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A rapper try come for my throne

Ask Flipz should I kill them or no?

He said “yo, brother don’t talk just blow”

10 car convoy to my last show

Spliff in the club, what d’you mean I can’t smoke?

Drink in my cup, what d’you mean I can’t cope?

Bun down the dance then I send man home

You can check my bros

Some of them buss gun, some of them go uni

Some of them go church on a Sunday, some of them mash work with a uzi

But none of my mandem are fruity

Yeah most of my mandem are unruly

Man are dishing out threats, putting money on my head

Then they see me on the roads then they screw me

How can I be scared? Big man like me with a beard

I buss two two jokes in my vids, now they think I’m a prick, little nigga beware

Swear that nigga turned bad last year?

Fuck your tape, nigga we don’t care

Stormzy’s whack yeah? I swear I’ve been grinding, oh well nigga life ain’t fair

Yeah man know what it is when I’m out on the strip, with Flipz when I’m sliding through

I’ll take the piss, slap mans chicken and chips and your pissed if I like your food

Smoke with Dee, he said, “yeah man it’s peak the rap scene now relies on you”

He said “you know I’m not lying, it’s true”

I was like “where’s my Fire in the Booth?”

Check my stacks, I was that boy in the corner, little black boy with the strap

D’s in the trap, putting down a brick into quarters, nigga get corned for your chat

All for the racks, banging out “Private Caller”, take a little more of my ‘nac

It’s mad, man can’t text me again

Tryna make dark skin sexy again

Word, see me on the road with my bros, feds can’t make man talk

Never had a whip, never had Ps for a cab, couple man made me walk

Then I hit a lick, gave man food on the tick, couple man paid me short

Caught him in West, he was tryna buy some creps, beat him up in JD Sports

I laid his corpse, rude boy lower your tone

Couple pagans try follow me home

Said “Yo Merms, can I borrow your phone?”

G, come link me at the end of my road

I just do my thing, I just chill, I don’t really make no fuss

My Gs them tell man cool, get that done, rudeboy leave it to us

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