Pop Boy - Stormzy, Aitch

Yeah

And it’s like

Yo

Your boy’s too hot, put a fan on

I am never under pressure, man, it’s pressure that I stand on

I’m not the bruddah you can go and put your hand on

I’m just cooking up some flavour then I mix it like I’m Alan

A bit of strength and a little bit of core

Cah they had my little brother drenched, dripping in Dior

Long time I was kipping on the floor

Me and Twin B, we the new Jigga and Dior

Flex on 'em, they talking my name then backslide

I ain’t even spitting no more, I rap glide

Pree you tryna jump on my boat, it capsize

Coming like I’m one of the GOATs, I’m that nice

So it’s old flows, new flows, goals go, do blows

Now I’m on the road doing shows for some euros

Asking how I done it, man, I did it by the grace

Hashtag Merky, that’s a pillar of my faith

Old nightmare, coming for the crown, man I’m coming there

Hi there, welcome to my town, yeah, I run it here

Been the top boy for a couple summers here

And I’m popping like the Kente that my mama wears, yeah

So quit running out your mouth

Real bloody niggas coming out the South

So no, I am not the one, man, I just drop for fun

Still got a lot to come, 'fraid you forgot the drums, wait

Ay, in my city I’m the top boy

And I didn’t even have to be in Top Boy

If you’re asking what I done then it’s a lot, boy

You rap meeks make me wanna be a pop boy

Ay, in my city I’m the top boy

Mummy always told me give 'em what you got, boy

On a mission so they wishing that I flop, boy

But I’ll never stop popping, I’m the pop boy

Yeah, yeah, your boy’s too cold, put the heat on

I ain’t ever under pressure, man, it’s pressure that I feed on

Money movements and shellers, that what my team on

I got techers, you know it’s getting peppered if it’s got me on

Stunting for the 'Gram, I don’t risk it for a like

Take a second, fam, and have a think about your life

Stop moving so fast, you gotta chill and take your time

You ain’t thought about it right if you don’t think about it twice

What boy’s chatting to me like a top boy?

Bro, I pop bottles and bitches, I never pop toys

Manny way, couple block boys and some hot boys

Stood up on the block, boy, finna drop the top, boy

You hate me and ain’t a fan of you

Seen what I done in a year, imagine two?

Young Aitch, I’m going clear and coming through

Quick to switch place, upping a gear and bun a zute like

Flex on 'em, bust a little move for the boomerang

Everybody’s sitting and watching me while I do my dance

Trust me this ain’t nothing new to gang

Make it by the load, don’t have a clue how much juice I drank

Grab a bag when I stack, not a rack

Rack a track, want a plaque, not a whack

Bag of gash tryna chat but it’s cap

Get me mad, you ain’t bad, man, it’s sad

Ay, in my city I’m the top boy

And I didn’t even have to be in Top Boy

If you’re asking what I done then it’s a lot, boy

You rap meeks make me wanna be a pop boy

Ay, in my city I’m the top boy

Mummy always told me give 'em what you got, boy

On a mission so they wishing that I flop, boy

But I’ll never stop popping, I’m the pop boy