Mel Made Me Do It

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