Chords for STORMZY - SECOND QUARTER

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_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ That smile on [Gb] your face [C] makes it [F] easy [Ab] to trust you
_ [Gb] _ Yeah, [D] yo, still the niggas, niggas [E] tryna outshine
I'm about to blow up, [Ab] it's about time
Searchin' for the brownie with the long [Gb] hair
Lookin' for a shorty on the [D] south side
Call six for the mix, what it [E] sound like?
I get pics with the chicks when [Abm] I'm outside
Tryna stay alive, tryna get the crowd high
[Gb] Money on my mind, I don't see a [D] downside
Yeah, nigga, what you want?
[E] Catch him on the rolls like, listen, what you [Ab] want?
Had a little buzz and you made a couple songs
But your [Gb] shit's gone dry like, nigga, what [C] you got?
Will you catch him on sight like, nigga, where your dons?
You [E] was talkin' like a G, now you're tellin' me it's not
[Ab] Still killin' rappers and I'm still gettin' better
[Gb] And I'm still gettin' money and I'm gettin' it with [D] cons
Little nigga, what your stat like?
Forget about your [E] rep, what you rap like?
You think I give [Ab] a fuck about your gang tags?
We all know [Gb] you're ordinary black guys
Better get your facts [G] right, grindin' with DP
Yeah, I'm tryna [E] make that five for my EP
Your [Ab] funny nigga's dyin' for retweets
Man, I'm tryna [Gb] die for a retweet
I'm on my G, see, [B] I tell him not to fuck about
I drop a teaser, [E] now they're askin' when it's comin' out
I've gotten smarter, [Ab] but they're tellin' me to dumb it down
And yeah, I [Gb] listen, but I'm tellin' them it's summer now
I think it's time I [D] shut it down, sayin' that I crept up too
Sittin' down, [E] I hit him when he gets up too
But hear what?
[Ab] Crept up, said I'm next up
[N] Death said I'm next up, yeah, he said I'm next up too _ _ _
But I'm guessin' that's that then
_ _ _ [D] I tell him you don't want no problems
I ain't got a choice, I think I'm runnin' out of options
Plant a little seed, I get them buzzin'
When it blossoms, I just phone my nigga Swift
He said we're runnin' out of coffins, I don't care about a list
Tell the bouncer let my squad in, like, I'll get you
Take the piss, I flip the script and stick it on him
Talkin' like the bad, fix your face and loud the bop him
Man, you niggas send a guap, I send a shop
You send a shop in, little bunch of fuckin' half-arsed
Leaning by the car park, I was on the block
With them fingy bobs and rock bars
You was gettin' rocked, beckon gal up in your smart car
Think you're funny, well you're not
Get a bullet in your smart ass, whizzin' when that car starts
You're just a little boy who thinks he's greasy with a shank
Still comfy in my hood, still got peas up in my bank
I'm a young nigga livin', yeah, that's why
Teresa [Ab] Frank, forget when the stage's on
I'll grip the [D] pad and tell him if I can't play, the game's done
You must've got my name wrong
I just let him use my floor, then kill him with the same one
See, I get mad love, can't bend around
Do the job when I'm whizzin' round
Fuck your raps, am I right or hookin' a single hook?
I'm a singer now, couldn't care what them niggas on
Couldn't care if I'm slippin' done
Mother's laugh, my brother's ride, on the other side of my slippers
Now I'm all up in the booth, I'm tryna get what I deserve
All this pressure on my back, this shit's a blessing and a curse
Fire and I shoot and put that fire in the verse
Where's my fire in the booth?
I still got fire in my curve
Three man, two sticks, eight arms and a whip
Don't talk, then I lose it, stay calm, then I flip
Fuck boy, try to tell me that I raise hard
But I'm shit, I said, yeah, raise fam, so that's karma
I'm Ben Harder, I'm a prick _ _ _ _
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