Stormzy – Mel Made Me Do It Lyrics

Mel Made Me Do It

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"Mel Made Me Do It." - Stormzy

Friday, 23 October 2026, 02:24 pm

Album: Mel Made Me Do It - Single

Track No: 01

I've been the goat for so long, I guess it's not exciting when I win
Boo hoo, someone grab the violins
Every time I try a ting, top bins, like Haile when he sings
So of course they don't like me, I'm the king
A'ight
Tell me why, why would I reply to him?
I leave 'em hanging like Kyrie on the rim (Mhm)
Where do I begin?
I wear the 5990 in the gym
I got a thing for shiny little things
What can I say?
I'm like a young black Biden with a trim
Woo
Presidential when I'm riding in the Bimz
Taking pictures with my cameraman, I'm shining in my skin
For eight figures, I'm Aubameyang, I go and sign the ting
A'ight
I never wonder 'bout who I could've been, cah I am it
Rose gold, frosted or ceramic
Told bro spin it, so he span it
We are not the same
Big Mike's from a whole different–
Top bins, what a set piece, fling it in the net
Coulda Jet Li, kick him till he bled
And I'm rent free living in their head
What's that quote, ooh, kill 'em with success
Talking smoke, please give it all a–
Still dripping in finesse
Man, I've got figures and flows
I'm a different kind of F
Gotta a Lambo and a Rolls
That's a different kind of cheque
And I said I was the goat
They didn't listen when I–
A'ight
Any time I do a big flex, just ignore me
**** wanna hear my side of the story
**** wanna hear a **** chat like it's Maury
Fuck that! You **** better bask in my glory
They call me to slide through the store cah I'm so pattern
To be fair, we don't go Hatton
We don't tell lies
I think the kids call it "no capping"
The boy's rough, but the flows satin
I J Hus-tle and I'm MoStack-ing
They wanna catch me on the roads lacking
You better pray that it don't happen
And I don't sell drugs, still I'm dope rapping
Have your hoe catting
Stiff chocolate with a boop
To be fair, I don't feel Twitter
Getting told I'm not a real spitter
By some broke-arse bill splitter
Listen, ****, you've got bigger fish to fry like
If I ever see your girlfriend in Dubai
Oh Lord!
Party on the boat, she's on board
And Birkin is a bag you can't afford
And she'll like one
Do the maths, you ain't the right one
It's alright, son
We'll send her back before the night's done
I roll one light one
8 out of 10, she's my a'ight one
Think of a hit, then I write one
On when I sight one
This my
This my Ghanaian flow, it's a tight one
If she pretty, then I'll put her in a flight
I put her on a jet if her pussy
Wait, look, my nephews are listening
My chef should be Michelin
There's guests in my kitchen
And my left wrist is glistening
My tunes getting played from a set to a christening
They're pissed on the net
'Cause I said I ain't dissing 'em
Uh, real **** know it's all positioning
Real **** know I'm not the victim
Alright
I am
I'll take the L, they hype the 'Gram
They tell their jokes to spite the man
I feed my folks, they bite my hand
I do the most, I'll fly to Cannes
To watch a film, then buy– alright
Headline Reading and Leeds like it's easy
Funny when they talk about the game, cah it needs me
**** wanna hear a **** spill it all to Zeze
Fuck that! You **** didn't know that I'm greazy
It's easy
Man talk shit until they see me
Believe me
All you **** give me (Heebie jeebies)
Word to Lauryn, I will die on this hill
You little **** two figures shy of my deal
Someone slide me the bill (Okay, I got it)
What my eyes don't see, the Messiah reveals
If it all goes left, give Josiah my will
Cah I guess I'm just a breddah that they're dying to kill, ahh (Woo!)
Your boy's mad dark, still I shine like a grill
Yeah, I'm healthy and I'm blessed, but I rhyme like I'm ill
Linebacker holding down the line like Khalil (Oooh)
I live a life that they tried to fulfil
So they hate on my name but admire my skill
And before I touch stage, gotta wire my mil', ahh
My **** do drill
That was prior to drill
If you see me with my dragons looking fly in the field
Know Khaleesi couldn't fathom all the fire I spill, nah
You old wash **** should retire for real
There's a time you should move and a time to be still
There's a time to destroy and a time to rebuild
But all I see is washed-up Godfathers and washed-up podcasters
I own all my masters, I ain't got masters
I throw a party on a yacht and wear my Yacht-Master
They think I just chart-top, but I'm the top charter
Gaffer like I'm Scott Parker
From when the mandem used to rock parkas
I am nasty, but I'm not Marcus
Genius, I could've clocked Harvard
My **** slide, but they are not dancers
Dead rappers wanna swap charges
No, I mean they wanna swap stances
No, I mean they wanna trade places
Get to scrapping like I ain't famous
Have you dashing like you're Dwain Chambers
Follow fashion, man, you fake greatness
To make a classic, yeah, it takes ages
But I still do it like my mate David
Nah mean like my bro Dave
Near miss, that's a close shave
They fear this, but they won't say
I'm Daenerys on a cold day
They love to talk about the old days
Them man are old like "Annie, are you okay?"
I prefer not to speak like I'm José
I prefer really not to, uhh
Not to speak
If I speak, I am in, in big trouble
This is what I, this is what I
Woo!
This is what I meant when I said what I said
I got whips in my drive, pretty women in my bed
My accolades are bigger than my head
Stylo told me kill em till they're dead
Deh killi dem ah carry one inna deh head
Don dada kick off face wid bank robber
If it's a ting, then I just pattern it like Trev, a'ight (Bombaclart)
Man, I've got teks like I'm Kylian
Punch like I'm Dillian
Walk in the gym and I bump into William
The S on my chest, yeah, that stands for success
But the M on my hairline stands for my millions
Ahhr, I got a brilliant car, I've got a brilliant team
They want to bring up my past becah I'm living my dream
What we achieved ain't a shock cah we knew it
We just step real clean and say, "Mel made me do it," ask Mel
Now there's not enough space in my wardrobe
Benjart fitted on my waist and my torso
**** keep on thinking I'm a chief
But you thought so
Chatty Patty ****, man, you **** need a talk show
I've never seen real dons turn Loose Women
Sleep real good, fresh sheets, new linen
If we ever played a game called Guess Who's Winning
And you opened up the door, I'd be in the room chilling
There will never be a time when me and you's twinning
Why? Different status
My chick's the baddest
You know the bag Chanel
The trips to Paris
And if your boy's a king, the bits the palace
Okay, three O2's that I sell out
Man, I'm such a sellout
Might fuck around and bring Adele out
Me and Flipz don't talk, like we fell out
Ahh, get the hell out
All the shit I gotta spell out
Please A–double-L–O–W me
Every time I double plaque, they gotta double my P
I was double-spread Mike, now I cover i-D
Wouldn't cover for you dickheads if you covered my–
Ahh, I knew they wouldn't like it if I blow
Got all you **** rattled, but you hide it on the low
I'm from the city where they're riding with the pole
And now my nephews can't believe that Spider-Man's my bro
Shout Tom, that's my guy
On top till we die
Yeah, I skip through the world
Hopscotch to Dubai
There's a lot to divide
But my God will provide
Couldn't get to where I'm going if you hopped in my–
I got TJ telling me we're done
Said I thought I got an hour left
Ah, man, my enemies are out of breath
I pray, then I fast, then I counter press
Spent a week in the sticks, but tonight I'm at my South address
Ah, you know how it gets
Holy Spirit, that's just how I'm blessed
A'ight
Twenty bags for my showerhead
A **** got to shower fresh
You little boys are out your depth
Know I got Ashville on the yard
And Yianni on the wrap
I mean I'm Yianni on the rap
I'm the best at what I do
They think I'm bragging on a track
But I'm flexing cah it's true
And if you went and ran it back
You'd know I left you with the truth
'Cause the cars don't make you this lit
The money don't make you this good
The plaques don't make you this cold
Give a fuck what my shit sold
I buss a rhyme when I'm in flip mode
You pricks know
The boy's just way too nice
So you always see my music on the shelf
I've been the goat for so long
That they never hype a **** up
So I guess I gotta do it to myself
Boy

Writer(s): Michael Ebenezer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr., Andrew Jason Brown & Alan Lomax.

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