Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stormzy
Vocals
T-Minus
Drums
Darren Jones
Programming
K.A.A.N.
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Omari
Songwriter
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
Brandon Perry
Songwriter
T-Minus
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Dukes
Producer
T-Minus
Producer
Matt Wolach
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Michael Freeman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Harpaal Sanghera
Assistant Engineer
Darren Jones
Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey, yo it's Heavy Papa AKA Heavy Duty
Don't hide the beauty
Representing Kanka always
Top militarian, the Jamba boys
The goal is to touch your soul
Everywhere I go I make it warm
I'll never inform but I'm fully on form
I'll bring the fire, Stormzy bring the storm
[Verse 2]
Yeah, flavour
Flavour
[Verse 3]
First things first, I'm a real G
How's a tweet on Twitter gonna kill me?
If I ain't the GOAT then I will be
They know this so they 7-figure deal me
Oh, do you feel me? Facts why I'm still on
And I still got racks, I'm a real don
And we used to bang your shit
Now your album, it's just something that we built on
I look around and there ain't no love now
Scream, "Fuck them all", I'm on crud now
Wanna call me bro like we're blood now
Word to Capo Lee, it's all mad now
Like, I still stare on a brudda while you're there with your bros
Yeah big boys sat and make you tear for your clothes
See the fear in your eyes, man are scared of the flows
Still Man Of The Year, five years in a row, I
[Verse 4]
Still don't do police
Cah they act like they care when they do the least and
Every time I drop a new release
Gyallie pull up to my door like I'm Uber Eats, I flex
I let the fool boy do the deets when on touring I do the streets
It's all calm till you're caught on the rope with your stupid tweets
And then you act like you're new to beef, I thought I told you I'm
[Verse 5]
Young, black, fly and handsome
Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson
Young, black, fly and handsome
Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson
Young, black, fly and handsome
Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson
Young, black, fly and handsome
Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson
[Verse 6]
It's like I'm young, black, fly and handsome
Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson
Peng tings wanna hold me at random
I go booth and make an anthem
I just drop the heat and do tour
From Amsterdam to New York
You won't bust a gun, you a dork
Go suck your mum through a straw
Aight, calm down, don't get defensive
Oh this flow is so expensive
I can't let you **** rent this
They shall try and reinvent this
They shall try and they will fail
All my Gs, they buy and sell
Rude boy, I should be in jail
For all these riddims that I pushed on my clientele
[Verse 7]
Alright look, I'm young, black, fly and cool
Think that's how I got by in school
Man get booked, start buying jewels
Them man get shook, start buying tools
Ah man, you bunch of lying fools
Rude boy, diss me if you dare
Then she whispered in my ear, said
"Gunshot Mike, we've missed you bare"
It's like I'm
[Verse 8]
Young, black, fly and handsome
Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson
Young, black, fly and handsome
Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson
Young, black, fly and handsome
Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson
Young, black, fly and handsome
Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson
Written by: Brandon Perry, Frank Dukes, Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr., Tyler Williams