Stormzy – Big Michael Lyrics

Stormzy – Big Michael Lyrics
Big Michael
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    "Big Michael." - Stormzy

    Album: Heavy Is The Head
    Track No: 01
    Said I went mainstream, suck your mum
    Not top two, top one
    Man must've thought I was dumb
    What the fuck have you lot done?
    Oh my days, oh my days, oh my days
    Shellins, I made juice, life gave me lemons
    You little fuckboys do my head in
    Henry the VIII, behead 'em, head 'em, head 'em
    Can't tell where I'm heading
    Could be Glasto', could be Reading
    I was on the field like Beding
    Dead him, dead him, dead him, dead him
    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 'em 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 stretchin' fivers
    I was on my pushbike, flexing drivers
    Man, wanna diss? Then text 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 scared of ticks and spiders
    Think man's scared of sets and cyphers?
    What you talkin' about? I'm skilled (Skilled)
    What you talkin' about? I'm real (I'm real)
    Put a fork in your mouth, I'm trill (Too trill)
    Big Mike bought a house on a hill (Right there)
    No, I'm never in the trap
    And, I'm never with a strap
    And your **** ain't out on the field (No way)
    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
    You either motivate or go round up
    And the kettle cost 30 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
    Cah we're still taking up space
    I told my ****, "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(s): Fred Gibson & Michael Omari.

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